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when Dad is at work.”
Aiden quickly covered his mouth, but it was too late.
“Uncle Dominic?” I asked casually. “How often does he come over?”
“We’re not supposed to talk about that,” Aiden looked panicked. “Mom said if we told anyone, Dad would die of sadness.”
The level of manipulation was worse than I thought.
That afternoon, while the children did their continue reading …
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