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was at the dining table building a model out of basswood strips, earbuds in, tongue slightly between her teeth in concentration.
“No,” I said. “I’ll come down.”
Megan was pacing in the lobby when I arrived.
She wore workout clothes expensive enough to suggest no workout had happened.
When she saw me, she stopped.
“I want to see my daughter.”
“She’s busy.continue reading …
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