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Back in high school, I had been the “big” grieving kid nobody looked at unless they wanted a laugh.
She shook her head. “I can’t. My brother’s waiting. He’s not well. I’m his only caregiver.”
“Only caregiver?”
“After our mom passed away, it’s just me.” Charlotte forced a tired smile. “Goodnight, sir.”
She hurried back through the rain. I watched from continue reading …
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