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... ing room.
I ignored him and glanced at Genesis. She was sitting closest to him—head down, pretending her food was fascinating.
My jaw tightened. I moved to the opposite chair, sat, and shot her another look. Still nothing.
I turned to my father. "And you’re still here? Thought you’d have left by now."
I smiled, but it didn’t reach my eyes.
She could stare at a plate all day, but couldn’t spare me one look. I wanted to grab the damn dish and toss it—just to ...
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