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the day everyone expected me to break.
My father came onto the balcony carrying two mugs of tea.
He handed one to me and looked out at the street below.
“Your mother would be proud,” he said.
This time, I believed him.
I looked down at Ethan.
He opened his eyes and stared up at me with that serious, searching expression babies sometimes have, as if they continue reading …
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