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face.
“I don’t know who you are,” I whispered.
“Yes, you do.”
“Not completely.”
My hands trembled as I placed the ring into his palm.
Slowly, I slipped off my engagement ring.
Julian closed his fingers around it carefully but made no attempt to stop me.
Then I turned toward my father.
“And you spent my whole life deciding which truths I deserved.”
He had no continue reading …
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