Aya Zickefoose

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Had I unintentionally punished Jack for not being what I needed? Is that why I didn’t tell him about the babies? I mean, yes, it was because it was painful. But I also felt like he didn’t deserve to know. A sob pressed into my throat and I swallowed it down with a muted squeak. “I need his—his forgiveness too.” “Then lead.” “Lead?” “In forgiveness. It starts with one. If you have wrongs to right, make them right.”
The Blooms That Broke Us (Tennessee Love Stories)
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