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sigh.
“We don’t have a house, Rowan. We sold it.”
The world seemed to tilt slightly on its axis.
“You—You sold the house? The house in Ohio? When?”
“This afternoon,” Hank said, as if talking about selling an old lawnmower. “We closed at 2:00. Handed over the keys. Done deal.”
“Why?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you do that?”
“To save Bella. Obviously,continue reading …
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