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When I hung up, Ethan looked at me across the kitchen.
“How bad?”
“Bad enough that Mom just admitted Paige did it on purpose.”
He gave one short nod, like a man receiving weather he had already seen coming on the horizon.
Friday afternoon, the family group chat erupted. Mark chimed in with fake neutrality. My aunt Denise sent the passive-aggressive prayer-hands continue reading …
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