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Then Mark said, “Don’t start acting guilty now.”
My knees weakened so suddenly I had to grab the edge of the kitchen island. My fingers dug into the stone until they hurt. Pain helped. It told me I was still standing.
Lydia was quiet for a moment before she spoke again.
“I’m not going to keep hiding forever, Mark. Especially not now.”
“Lydia,” he said continue reading …
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