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touching them.
That night, I slept in the guest room.
Not because I had to.
Because our bedroom smelled like him.
The next morning, Lydia came.
I had invited her myself.
My father advised against it. Robert advised strongly against it. But I needed one conversation that did not happen through lawyers or screenshots or recorded calls.
Lydia arrived at 10:03 continue reading …
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