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She’s the one who—”
“Don’t,” Hannah said.
“She’s your daughter, Walter, she’s the one who brought all this up in the first place, I only helped with the—”
“Marcus.” Hannah’s voice cracked like a branch. “Stop it.”
And there it was. There was the marriage, unmasked at my dinner table, each of them reaching for the other’s throat the moment the ground gave continue reading …
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