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I opened the door with Warren beside me. My mother stood on the porch holding a gift bag, hair perfect, eyes already wet.
“Emmy,” she said, voice trembling. “I just want to see you. I just want to be part of this.”
Her gaze dropped to my belly and something hungry flashed in her eyes. “A baby. My grandbaby.”
I took a slow breath. “You are not allowed continue reading …
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