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The way you treated that girl. I never imagined this.”
Dad made a broken, animal sound. He stumbled backward and turned toward the door.
“Dad,” I said, half-rising.
He stopped, looked back, and in his eyes I saw everything—hurt, confusion, love, grief. Then he shook his head and kept walking.
The front door opened. Closed. A car engine turned over, then continue reading …
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