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I knelt beside her.
“She didn’t hate us, sweetheart. She just cared more about herself. But her choices aren’t our burden.”
She hugged me tightly. “I’m glad we get to live here. Just us.”
“Me too,” I whispered.
And little by little, we rebuilt something far more precious than a house.
We rebuilt home.
As for Linda Barrett?
She never tried anything again.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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