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CHAPTER 87

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ANNA'S POV

We brought him into the living room rather than the study, some instinct in me wanting to keep whatever this turned into away from the one room in the house that already carried too much weight from the past few days. My father settled into the armchair by the window with the easy confidence of a man who had never once doubted his welcome anywhere, setting his suitcase down beside him as though the matter of how long he intended to stay had already been decided.

I watched him take
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