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it,” I said.

He did.

The moment his eyes scanned the first page, his hands froze. The color drained from his face. He flipped to the next page, then the next, his breathing getting faster with each one.

Vanessa leaned over to look. Her smile disappeared.

“What is this?” Derek whispered.

“That,” I said, “is your real gift. It’s a complete breakdown of my continue reading …