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her, rather than leached off her.
The glass doors slid open, and Lily came running out onto the balcony.
She was a vibrant, impossibly bright five-year-old, wearing a designer dress that matched her mother’s elegance, but with a wild, untamed joy in her step. She had Sarah’s fierce, intelligent, dark eyes—eyes that knew nothing of the darkness, betrayal,continue reading …
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