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face drained.
I found my daughter kneeling in the rain, her husband punishing her for buying a new dress. Inside, I could hear her husband and his family laughing
Clara stared at me. “Mom?”
I squeezed her hand. “Your father and I built more than sentimental clutter.”
Martin stood so fast his chair scraped backward. “You’re lying.”
“I prefer private.”
Rain flashed against the windows. Sirens began to howl faintly in the distance.
Derek turned on Clara. “You told her?”
Clara flinched.
