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That voice didn’t belong to my husband. It wasn’t the modest, sweet cadence that haunted my dreams. This man sounded hard, emotionless, impatient. It took everything in me not to break down in tears. I had to remember he was watching me.
Saving Sparrow (Slow Burns & Tragic Beginnings, #2)
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