The Runaway Wife: Hiding His Secret Triplets

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utes of arriving at the cemetery, clung t

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open, mirroring the fissure that had

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same priest three years ago, to cherish me in si

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my cousin Megan whispered from behind me

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ring condolences that felt like

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murmured. "To be alone

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modest SUV and slammed the door,

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t the wall, shards explodi

enthouse, a violent punctuation

ed onto t

f me as quickly as it had co

all, pulling my k

t to my sto

kness. "I can't let you grow up in this co