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But he didn’t. He kept watching.

She held up a small, familiar object. A silver locket. David’s blood went cold. It was his late wife’s. The one he kept in the ceramic dish on his dresser. The one he’d shown Liam last week, telling him the story of how he’d given it to her the day they’d found out they were pregnant with him. Mysonsgf Jenny

He sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Jenny. Of course. For the past three months, his son’s girlfriend had been an invisible third resident in their home. She lived not in the guest room, but in Liam’s phone, on his laptop, and apparently, at this ungodly hour, on David’s own curated feed. But he didn’t

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