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still.
Because I needed more than my word.
Brooke continued, “Ryan doesn’t know anything about Emma. I told him she was jealous and unstable. He feels sorry for me.”
My mother sighed. “You’ve built a good life despite her, sweetheart.”
I stood there in the hallway, pressed against the wall, and realized nothing had changed.
Brooke was still lying. Still continue reading …
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