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in the pouring rain at t

th me. I had left Mia and Leo with a trusted neighbor-they were too young to understand why their father's c

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e, Leo

e one who slipped my children hard candies when he thought no one was looking. He had never raised

a brother who traded yo

ross the open grave, throug

his borrowed suit hung on him like a confession. He watched me with hungry, c

g. Let him think I was too broken to figh

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e casket, I turned away. The sound of soil striking w

yself. And in this world, th

territory deeds straight to