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said some, not all.
My mother’s eyes flicked to me.
Just once.
Quick.
Ashamed.
I saw it anyway.
So did Megan.
Because my sister leaned forward immediately.
“Claire,” she said softly, “maybe you could—”
“No.”
The word came out before she finished.
Everyone looked at me.
Megan’s face hardened. “He had a heart attack.”
“I heard.”
“This isn’t about Hawaii.”
“No,” I said.continue reading …
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