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the beds. Leo, pick up the toys.”
“That’s child labor,” Aiden shouted.
“No,” I said evenly. “Child labor is what I see on your mother’s phone.”
I showed a screenshot of Brooke’s Facebook page—her and a man who wasn’t Michael on a Miami beach. The hashtag read #newlife #finallyfree.
“That’s Uncle Dominic,” Leo said innocently. “Mom’s friend who comes over continue reading …
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