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It was shame.
“I told you not to come in,” he said, and his voice broke on the last word.
My mother stood in the doorway with her casserole dish, and she said nothing at all.
Then Rowan’s arm gave out and he went down hard against the floor. He pulled in a sharp breath and immediately pushed himself back up, jaw tight, refusing to stay down.
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