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teach her that.
So I let her cry, and when she was finished, she looked up at me with her mother’s eyes in her ruined face, and she said, “What happens now?”
“I don’t know,” I told her honestly. “I don’t know, Hannah. You did a thing to me that I don’t know how to hold. And I’m too old to pretend I can just forgive it because you’re my daughter and forgiveness continue reading …
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