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CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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” she said.

The word sweetheart sounded dipped in vinegar.

I felt the old tension crawl up my spine. My goal that night had been simple: eat dinner, let Laya enjoy herself, leave before anyone made me regret coming.

Then Taryn suddenly smiled.

“You know what, Laya?” she said. “Since you’ve been such a good girl tonight, maybe Aunt Taryn should take you continue reading …

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