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from us and said simply, “You’re not Derek. You’re Sienna’s sister. That’s enough.”
Vivien started crying again, but these tears were different—quieter, cleaner somehow.
“I’m so tired,” she whispered. “I don’t even remember what it feels like to not be tired all the time.”
“Then sleep,” I told her, pulling her close. “Tonight you just sleep. Tomorrow continue reading …
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