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I was in Vicki’s condo. She left her phone on the counter. A text came in. Your name. The preview said, ‘He can never know she isn’t his or he’ll leave me.’”
Vicki’s hand flew to her mouth.
Mom stepped closer, voice dropping to a hiss. “Delete that. Right now.”
“I didn’t delete it,” I said. “I took a screenshot.”
“You had no right—”
“It popped up. Like continue reading …
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