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for years. Fatherhood had taught him, less successfully, to be gentle.
Ethan blinked slowly. One eye opened more than the other. “Where’s Mom?”
“Downstairs. She’ll be back in a minute.”
“I know.”
Ethan tried to swallow. Nathan held the straw to his lips and let him take one careful sip of water. His son’s continue reading …
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