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make us go with her!”
And then the part that shattered me.
They ran to me and wrapped their arms around my waist as if, if they held on tight enough, they’d never have to let go. Ava buried her face in my shirt and sobbed, “You’re our real parent.”
Lorraine’s face shifted.
The warmth drained out of it. What was left looked… annoyed. Embarrassed.continue reading …
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