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toward the hallway. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
We stepped away from the others. Rachel glanced toward the living room where Derek was laughing at something my father said, then back at me.
“How is she?” Rachel’s voice was low and urgent. “Really, how is she?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “She won’t talk to me about anything real.”
Rachel’s jaw tightened continue reading …
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