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... in the hallway outside the half-open door.
He had not meant to eavesdrop. At first, he had only paused when he heard Clyde’s voice, low and steady, drifting faintly through the door left slightly open. But then Micah spoke. And Darcy’s feet would not move.
The door was ajar. The sound was muffled. Yet the emotion carried through.
Every tremor in Micah’s voice. Every broken confession. Every soft attempt Clyde made to comfort him.
Darcy lowered his gaze. He knew Mi ...
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