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go home. I have ice cream and sprinkles waiting.”
As she walked toward the door, Frank’s mother caught her hand. There were tears on the older woman’s face.
“I’m so sorry, Whitney. You didn’t deserve any of this. None of you did.”
Whitney squeezed her fingers once.
“Thank you, Evelyn.”
Then she walked out with her children.
The Quiet Aftermath
The drive home continue reading …
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