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of them in turn. I saw anger, panic, fear of consequences. I did not see remorse.
“I’ll be with Grandma,” I said. “Don’t look for me.”
I turned, nodded to Dorian, and walked away without looking back.
Back at the wooden house, my grandmother sat in her armchair with an old paperback in her lap. I sat beside her and told her everything. She listened quietly,continue reading …
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