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questions than usual.
“Will Uncle Austin go to jail?” he asked one evening while we folded laundry.
“I don’t know,” I told him, because I wouldn’t lie to make him feel better. “But there will be consequences.”
He nodded slowly, then asked, “Did he really want to take the house?”
“Yes,” I said, and watched him swallow.
Liam looked around the living room—the continue reading …
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