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glanced again at the family photos.
“I saw you on that plane. I saw your grief. I saw the way you looked at them. I believed you needed them just as much as they needed someone.”
The room felt smaller.
“You arranged this,” I said quietly. “You watched. You waited. You used my pain to walk away.”
She did not deny it.
Then she pulled a thick envelope from continue reading …
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