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liked the gifts enough to keep them, but not enough to call me. That’s… clear.”
Clear.
That word again.
The mercy of no longer being confused.
A week later, Caleb received a thank-you card.
Not from my parents.
Not from Ashley.
From Cooper.
It arrived in a plain white envelope, his name written in messy teenage handwriting.
Caleb opened it at the kitchen table.continue reading …
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