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let me eat my lunch and I was really hungry.” Miles held up his McDonald’s bag. “Mom got me nuggets though.”
Owen’s eyes met mine over Miles’s head, and in them I saw the question he couldn’t ask in front of our son: How bad is it really?
I gave him a look that meant: Worse than you want to know.
Owen set Miles up in the living room with his nuggets and continue reading …
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