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hate me, but maybe you lied about that too.”
Mark glanced toward the upstairs windows. “She knows nothing, and it’s going to stay that way.”
Then he went back inside with the note.
Gabrielle touched the baby’s blanket once.
“I’m sorry, baby,” she whispered.
Then she ran.
At 6:27, I appeared on the porch in Mark’s robe, holding my coffee and pruning shears.continue reading …
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