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my gut.
One sleepless night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I rolled over in bed, facing Jack.
“Is Lily your daughter?” I blurted out.
The words hung in the air like smoke, acrid and suffocating. Jack’s body went rigid.
“What?” He turned slowly, his face a mask of shock. “Heather, what are you talking about? Where does this come from?”
“Don’t play dumb, Jack.continue reading …
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