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heavier: the grief of a man who had spent years looking away and had finally turned around to see clearly what his silence had permitted.
“I owe you an apology,” he said. “Not a polished one, and not one given because we are in public.”
Lily watched him carefully. “Grandfather, you don’t have to do this here.”
“Yes,” he said. “I do.”
He reached into his continue reading …
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