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I found her already dressed, her purse slung over one shoulder. “Lisa?” I stopped dead in the doorway. “What are you doing out of bed?” “I’m leaving, Dad.” I laughed once, certain I’d misheard her. “You just had three babies. You’re not going anywhere.” “I can’t do this. I’m leaving.” “You’re scared. That’s all. Every new mother gets scared.” “I’m continue reading …
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