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and her husband, or Connor and the story you’ve been protecting.”
Mom started crying. “We were scared for you.”
“Of what?” I asked. “That I’d have my own future?”
Stacey stood slowly. “I read the letter. She’s telling the truth.”
Mom whispered, “Stacey…”
“No,” Stacey said. “You told me she was continue reading …
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