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everything she would manage.
Then she asked again.
“Why are you doing this?”
Luca went to the window.
“When I was sixteen, I watched my father beat my mother so badly she couldn’t stand. He did it because dinner was late. Because she questioned him. Because he could. I was too young to stop him. Too afraid.”
His voice was flat.
“She stayed five more years continue reading …
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