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we could…”
He hesitated, eyes flicking to his mother again.
Thomas felt his own chest tighten.
Oliver’s voice dropped even lower. “Mama hasn’t eaten today. And if you have any bread that’s expired, or stuff you don’t want… maybe we can share it.”
The silence that fell afterward was enormous.
Even the espresso machine seemed to hush.
Rachel’s face drained continue reading …
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