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doors open for women with children in snowstorms. But the world had not been built that way, and Noah was old enough to know it.
“I don’t know,” she said.
He stared at the mountain road, then back at her, and asked in a voice so small it almost disappeared into the storm, “Is it stealing, Mom?”
The question hit harder than the wind.
Evelyn crouched so continue reading …
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