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door in the afternoons.
Once, when I knocked to ask a simple question about lunch, he responded with an edge in his voice I had never heard before. “I am fine, Mikayla. Please. Not now.”
Rowan had never spoken to me that way. He had never locked doors between us.
Doubt moved in quietly. I tried to push it away, but it kept returning. My mother’s voice continue reading …
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