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jaw tightened imperceptibly. A muscle feathered in his cheek. “Right. For the baby,” he murmured, a cold, derisive edge clipping the ends of his words.
Later that evening, the illusion shattered entirely, though Sarah wouldn’t realize it until much later. While Mark was in the shower, the water running loudly through the pipes, his phone vibrated aggressively continue reading …
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