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medical forms. Gently. Like setting down a card in a game they didn’t know we were playing.
Jason frowned. Derek’s smirk thinned by a degree. Evelyn’s smile held, but it had to work now.
“What are you doing?” Derek asked.
“My daughter called me three hours ago,” I said. “She wasn’t the first person I contacted.”
The room went quiet enough that the heart continue reading …
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