Chapter 53 Good cop, bad cop

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Grace

I had never felt like I belonged anywhere. Not once in my life.

Back at the orphanage, I was that quiet kid, the one who sat alone and stared out the window, saying nothing. The one who didn’t laugh, didn’t cry, didn’t fight for attention like the others. I just existed....

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