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I walked silently into the laundry room and returned carrying Tyra’s backpack, Micah’s sneaker, and the dinosaur blanket.
That alone told me everything.
I placed the items carefully onto the table.
“Laura, don’t,” Brian snapped.
I looked directly at him.
The room froze.
Because Brian had spent years believing I would stay polite no matter how badly he behaved.
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