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“Lara, it’s Dad. I miss my little girl, but you… you broke this family. I can’t forgive…”
Present-day Catherine stared at present-day Vincent.
“There was no baby,” she whispered. “Oh God. There was never a baby.”
I pulled out the MedTech invoice with Claire’s signature and slid it across the table.
“Claire has been seeing my name on supply invoices since continue reading …
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