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ribs. “Where are the kids?”
“At home. My sister’s watching them.”
“Your sister?” In seven years of marriage, I’d never met Michael’s sister. I didn’t even know he had one.
“Yeah. She came over after the ambulance left. I didn’t want to wake them—they don’t need to see their mom like this.”
Something about his tone made my skin crawl. I forced myself to continue reading …
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