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looked toward the balcony, where Savannah was laughing at something Brooke said.
“I had the husband. The kid. The house pictures. The right Christmas cards. But I felt trapped inside all of it. You had money and a door. I hated that.”
I dried my hands.
“I didn’t know the door opened,” I said. “Not for a long time.”
“But you found out.”
“Yes.”
She nodded continue reading …
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