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” I said.
His mouth opened as if he was going to argue, deny, demand.
Instead, his voice came out thin.
“This… this isn’t right,” he said. “He’s my son.”
I tilted my head slightly.
“And I’m your daughter,” I said. “Remember? The one you disowned.”
His face twisted.
“Lakeland, I didn’t mean it like that,” he started, scrambling. “I was upset. You pushed me.continue reading …
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