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and looked toward the quiet street. Lucas made a sound like a child punched in the chest.
“Mom,” he whispered.
I turned to him slowly.
“How long have you known?”
He gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened.
“Mom, I’m so sorry.”
“Start talking.”
He rested his forehead against the wheel.
“Dad didn’t die in the accident.”
I looked through the windshield continue reading …
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