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Mia came home. I heard the front door open, heard footsteps in the hallway, and then she appeared in the kitchen doorway carrying a duffel bag, her eyes red from crying.
“I’m sorry, Dad,” she said, her voice cracking. “I’m so sorry I didn’t believe you.”
I crossed the kitchen and pulled her into a hug. She collapsed against me, sobbing like she’d been continue reading …
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