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explain.”
“You did not do what I think you did. Not with him.”
Then footsteps came down the stairs.
No.
Please, no.
Dominic appeared in the kitchen doorway, shirtless, wearing only sweatpants, hair messy from sleep.
“Avery, did you see my—”
He stopped.
Saw Maggie.
The silence could have cut bone.
“Maggie,” he said.
“No,” my mother exploded. “You did not, Dominic continue reading …
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