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The first person who told me to leave my own house was my twenty-year-old sister, less than ten minutes after I told her I was pregnant. Megan didn’t congratulate me, didn’t ask when I was due, and didn’t even look surprised for more than a few seconds. She just set down her coffee, folded her arms across our grandmother’s old kitchen table, and said, “Well, obviously you can’t stay in the house once the baby comes.”
Chapter 2 I didn’t answer him right away. Grandma had never hidden what she’d done, but Luke had been thirteen when she died and Ellie...
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