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Evelyn walked inside first wearing pearls and judgment. Angela followed looking nervous and pale. Brian came in last, confident enough to make me want to laugh.
Evelyn didn’t even sit down.
“I saw the pictures online,” she said sharply. “I never imagined you’d force the father of your children to sleep in a garage.”
“What kind of woman does that?”
“The kind who would let her children leave blankets and shoes for their father outside because he wasn’t welcome inside.”
Brian lowered his eyes like a martyr preparing for execution.
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