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Loud television. Empty beer bottles near the sink.
Then I saw Ava sitting on the couch behind him.
The second she saw me, she burst into tears.
I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around her; she could barely breathe.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “Ava…”
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I’m so sorry.”
For a few seconds, nothing else mattered except the fact that continue reading …
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