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Celeste tilted her head, her red lips gleaming. She leaned close enough for me to catch her perfume.
“Looks like I win,” she murmured.
My throat burned.
For a single second, I was not a mother. I was a storm. I wanted to rip the veil from her hair, drag Evan by his perfect collar, scream until the stained glass shattered.
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