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. She's not a walking blood bag. She's a pers

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she is a real person or an alien or a robot. Nothing else matter

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her cheek. "I'm not asking for your permi

enough. Vincent stepped in and closed the door. I

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to Olivia. "Wh

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ia had stabilized within hours. The doctors had been optimistic fo

ouse for a few hours. Just my way of ac

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always mistake kindness for weakness. Th

never

not in my bedroom by then, you and the rest of the team will wish you never met me. E

moved. He nodded

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ally

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. Her face was tired, r

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. "I wouldn't

what matters. Your daughter signed a contra

lions into your dying company. I saved your legacy. I saved your name. And

, I can

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sn't sure whether she was looking at her brother or something else we

almost immediately

arply. "Talk

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Olivia's bed, away from her face. I

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today. She asked a lot of questions. She's

d then spoke

she mentione

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on stared back at me. The brother sitting beside Oli

e if I end up in jail for the rest of my life. B

r a second, I almost let myself feel the weight of what I was burying. The people who would never get

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