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forward alone.
His grip tightened painfully around my arm.
“Dad?” I whispered.
He looked like he’d seen someone rise from the dead.
“No,” he breathed shakily. “No… this can’t be.”
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Julian’s smile vanished instantly.
He rushed toward us, concern written all over his face, but the second he came closer, my father lifted a trembling hand toward continue reading …
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