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“It’s all set. She’s going to sign. She always caves, Tess. She always wants to please me.”
He laughed quietly, and it was a sound I didn’t recognize in my son. It was cruel without meaning to be, careless in a way that hurt more than deliberate malice.
“As soon as she signs this afternoon,” he said, “we’re free. No strings.”
My chest ached as if something continue reading …
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