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family.”
My father looked at him like he had never seen him before.
“No. You were trusted. That is not the same thing.”
Mark’s face twisted.
“You know I love Audrey.”
I stepped closer then.
For the first time in three days, I wanted him to see me clearly.
“No, Mark. You loved my last name. You loved my father’s influence. You loved the house, the invitations,continue reading …
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