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my voice quieter than I intended. Rose looked down at the table. May blinked too fast, fighting tears. June crossed her arms tightly. “They’re from Mom,” June finally said. I gripped the edge of the counter to steady myself. “Lisa? Are you serious right now?” May nodded. “How long has this been going on?” “A few months,” Rose admitted. “Months.” “We continue reading …
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