“He doesn’t know about your mom. How many times do—” “Our mom, you mean,” I muttered. His eyes narrowed at me. “Danielle has never been his mom. We adopted him. His mom is Emily.” It was right on the tip of my tongue to say something, but I decided to let it go. When it came to Mark, I knew it was better to pick my battles. I wanted to reason with him. Technically he was my father and I wished I could manage to call him by that title one day, but every time I thought about doing exactly that, I felt like gagging. This was one of those times. “Mom called you before she passed away and told you
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