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new in his eyes. Not love. Not pride. Fear. He was looking at the daughter he’d dismissed her entire life and realizing she held more power than anyone in the room.
“Rachel,” my father said quietly, “I think you should leave.”
“But I came with Jarred—”
“Call an Uber,” Jarred said, walking to the door and opening it. “Just go.”
Rachel stood there shaking,continue reading …
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