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Lila let out a small, broken sound. The sound of a child realizing the world was about to change in ways she could not control.
I clenched my hands until my fingers ached. “They just lost their parents,” I said. “You cannot separate them now. Not now.”
Her voice softened. “You are only eighteen, Rowan. You do not have a steady income. The mortgage is continue reading …
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