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Tomorrow, she would be one of them again.
Just another woman with nowhere to go.
The door opened behind her.
She expected Beatatrice with one final cruelty.
Instead, it was Richard Hayes.
Preston’s father stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable.
“May I come in?” he asked.
Vivian nodded.
Richard closed the door behind him and came to stand beside her continue reading …
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