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“You figured?” I asked, my grip on the doorframe tightening until my knuckles turned white. “You figured you would just move in? You didn’t think to call me to ask me?”
“We’re your parents, Rowan,” Hank snapped, his face turning a shade of angry purple. “We don’t need to ask for permission to stay with our son when we’re in a crisis.continue reading …
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