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... ng, the atmosphere at the dinner table fell silent, and every person wore a different expression.
Wren Sutton’s hand, holding her chopsticks, froze. Her face flushed with humiliation, and a dull ache spread through her heart.
The mention of children inevitably made her think of the baby in Maya Marshall’s womb—Adrian Lancaster’s child, the greatest shame of her marriage.
And of course, Claire excelled at rubbing salt in her wounds. The more Wren suffered, the happier Clai ...
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