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“It’s not handing it over,” he insisted. “It’s sharing. It’s helping.”
“They are not my family,” I said. “They are Harper’s family.”
Liam stood up abruptly.
“I knew I couldn’t count on you,” he said. “Harper was right. She said you were going to be difficult.”
Then he left my house, slamming the door so hard the frame shook.
That night I couldn’t continue reading …
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