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The whole Whitaker Christmas Eve crowd.
I looked at the bag. “Caleb.”
“What?”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to.”
I wanted to say more, but his face stopped me. There was hope there, guarded but real. A hope I had seen too many times before family gatherings.
Maybe this time.
Maybe if I show them I care.
Maybe if I give the right thing, say the right continue reading …
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