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calculation underneath—trying to figure out how to spin this.
“I want a lawyer,” Marsha said.
As she passed William, she whispered, “You’ll regret this.”
But William did know what he’d done. He’d just seen his son’s terror validated, seen the evidence of abuse, seen his wife’s true face. And he knew this was just the beginning.
At the hospital, Owen was continue reading …
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