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weaker, almost like a stranger wearing my husband’s clothes. In his lap, Chloe, his twenty five year old assistant, froze beneath the airline blanket like a child caught doing something wrong.
Baby, Ryan whispered, his voice breaking. This is not what it looks like.
I looked at Chloe’s head near his thigh, at his hand still tangled in her hair, at the continue reading …
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