Chapter 168 one hundred and sixty eight

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Rowen’s shoes crunched over the gravel as he stepped out of the car and joined me. The wind tugged lightly at the hem of my sundress as we walked toward the porch. My heart thudded harder with every step. Not from nerves about my father’s health, that part was constant,...

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