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months.”

Julian finally raised his head, his eyes rimmed with red. He looked at me, his mouth opening slightly as if he expected me to contradict my oldest friend.

I kept my hands clasped tightly in my lap, refusing to offer him the comfort of an easy gaze.

“Is this what you want, Mother?” he asked.

I did not answer him.

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