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After my divorce, my parents told me their house would always be a safe place for me and my children. Two years later, I came home from a twelve-hour hospital shift and found my ten-year-old twins’ clothes stuffed into garbage bags because my parents had decided my brother’s baby deserved their bedrooms more than they did.
Chapter 1 My name is Claire Bennett, and I was thirty-five when my marriage finally ended. There was no dramatic affair or police car in...
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