“Why do you care about this? You’re never around anymore.” “That’s not true. I come back to the diner all the time.” “What, to work a shift and collect tips?” My hand tightens on Bex’s hip. “That’s not fair,” she says softly. “I’ll tell you what’s not fair,” Abby says. “A man leaving his wife and daughter isn’t fair. A daughter leaving her mother isn’t fair.” “Mom.” Bex is trembling. “I’m going to McKee to help us, you know that.” “Right up until you aren’t.” “My old photography was up there. My camera.” Bex takes a step forward, tears streaming down her cheeks. “And because of you, that’s all
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