HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

holding the microphone.

“I hate this part,” I said.

“I don’t,” Owen replied.

“Because you think you’re being pushed out of the picture.”

“I was.”

“No.” He paused the video at the moment he turned away from them. “This is the second before everyone realizes the picture belongs to you.”

Julian stood behind my chair.

His hand rested lightly on my shoulder.

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