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murder her stepmother made my stomach churn.
“Same as before,” I lied, injecting a heavy, exhausted sigh into my performance. “She picked at her food. She’s still just… not eating much. I don’t know what else to do, Michael.”
“I told you to stop coddling her,” he snapped, the irritation bleeding through his charming veneer. “I’ll be landing at Sea-Tac continue reading …
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