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she didn’t choose.”
“Did you know?” I whispered. “All those times I stayed at your house—did you know?”
Lorraine choked on a sob. “Yes. And every time you cried at night, I wanted to tell you. But they threatened me. They said if I interfered, they’d ruin me.”
“Who’s my father?” I asked, voice thin.
Lorraine’s face went pale. “His name is Graham Caldwell.continue reading …
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