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ved, the man who had pulled me from the wreckage of grief after my parents' su
ghter spilled from the private room, and a voice as
, stripped of all warmth, replied, "Sarah? Sa
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I loved, my savior, wa
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, sent my vision blurring. I stumbled out into the cold, hard rain,
ed my worst fear: I
Mark had ruthlessly driven out of his own family business. He was the one who collected my cracked phone, its wallpaper
ely ally. Mark had taken everything from me: my parents, m
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