Mukta Mohapatra

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I’m lucky to have my daughter to ease my grief, but losing your mother means losing a kind of unconditional love that no one can replace. The eye you were the apple of has gone out. Whether you acknowledged it or not, that love served as emotional bedrock for all the years you had it. But when it’s truly gone . . . you understand.
Southern Man (Penn Cage #7)
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