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It was a woman named Ashley.
And the preview of her latest message, visible to everyone standing close enough to see, read: The baby’s due in April. You promised you’d tell your wife before Christmas.
My mother made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
Vivien laughed—a broken, brittle sound that hurt to hear.
“A baby,” she whispered. “Of continue reading …
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