My father edges closer towards me, jaw tight, fist clenched. “I swear to God, Magnolia, if you leaked it, I’ll—” “You’ll what?” says Tom, stepping between us and shoving my father back a bit. My father is quite a large man to be honest, but Tom is bigger. His eyes are fierce, his jaw is set, and his face isn’t one to be trifled with. “Finish the sentence,” Tom dares him, glaring down at him.
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