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Forty-one years of marriage do not accidentally become a false death certificate.”
I turned to Claudia.
“His name is Thomas Whitaker. He is my husband. Legally. Publicly. Until he pretended to die rather than divide what we built together.”
Her face went gray. “Daniel?”
“I’m sorry,” I said to her, and despite everything, I meant it. “You lived in his continue reading …
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