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a mistake,” he said.
I picked up Ethan carefully from the bassinet.
He opened his eyes, dark and unfocused, and settled against me.
“No,” I said. “I made the mistake when I married you. This is me correcting it.”
After they left, the room felt bigger.
Brighter.
Martin gathered the papers and told me what would happen next. Temporary orders. Emergency hearings.continue reading …
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