Chancey

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He shuts the door behind me. His dark hair is grayer than last time I saw him. Dad’s eyes are deeply set, giving him a soulful appearance that is always more pronounced when he looks at me. There’s disappointment in every line of his face. “How was your flight?” His gaze is on my suitcase.
Listen for the Lie
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