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... was no reluctance, no pain—just a terrifying calm.
Hannah Lynch finished her milk. Miles Hawthorne took the glass to wash it. As they headed upstairs, Hannah paused. "Miles, you’ve been so busy lately and haven’t had any time for me. Why don’t we move back home?"
"Are you not comfortable living here?"
"It’s not that..."
Miles Hawthorne didn’t want to hear her speak anymore. Even in her gentle, soothing tone, every syllable grated on his ears. "Is this Dad’s idea? ...
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