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... > Father went to stand near the fireplace. My mother sat in her armchair. They gave each other a look, the kind that carried a conversation they’d already had without me.
My stomach twisted. I think I already knew what this was about.
Father cleared his throat. His voice was calm but firm. It was the same tone he used when he had already made up his mind.
"Sophia," he said, "your mother and I have been patient. We really have. But enough time has passed."
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