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It was always the same argument in different clothing: William was too gentle, too cautious, too easily manipulated by a child’s tears.
But this time the tears were not a tantrum. This time, Owen sounded like a cornered animal.
“Mommy,” Owen choked. “Please tell Daddy no. Please.”
Marsha turned her head just enough to look over her shoulder, her sunglasses continue reading …
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