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that.”

“But if I do?”

I sat beside her.

“Then I’ll be there.”

Ava looked down at Noah.

“She wants him because he’s yours.”

“Yes.”

“She doesn’t love him.”

I did not answer quickly.

Because the word love had been twisted in my family for so long.

My mother had called control love. Criticism love. Possession love. Sacrifice love. She had taught me that love was continue reading …