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“Part 2: Her lips were pale. Near her wrist, half-hidden beneath soap bubbles, I saw a bruise. Vivian leaned back like a queen on a throne and gave me a cold smile.
“You should have taught your daughter manners, Mrs. Hayes. She has been lazy since the wedding.”
I looked only at Emily.
“Come here.”
Mark slammed his fork onto the table.
“She’s busy.”
Vivian continue reading …
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