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“I knew about Lisa,” she admitted quietly. “I should have told you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“Because I’m a coward. And because I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe it was innocent.” She paused. “He calls me from prison crying, says he destroyed the only real thing he ever had.”
“Good,” I said, and meant it down to my bones.
I hung a new ranch sign that Elena continue reading …
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