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night Zariah crept into her room.
“Mommy, are you crying?”
“Just a headache, princess.”
Her daughter studied her for a long moment. “Daddy says if I go live with him, you’ll get to rest. He says you’ll feel better.”
He had wrapped the leaving in the language of a gift. He had made her daughter believe that going away from her mother was an act of kindness.continue reading …
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