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“You don’t need to explain,” I said.
“I do.”
She looked down at Sophie.
“I kept thinking that if we got a place where dogs were allowed, everything would be fixed. But Sophie already has a bed and a yard. She knows your house. She knows your car.”
“She still knows you.”
“I know.”
Lucy’s voice broke, but she smiled.
“That’s why I wanted to see her. I needed continue reading …