Unraveling Fifty Years of Silence

r dark hair pulled back, her expression reserved. She was exactly as I remembered

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cleared his throat. "Ethan has

s and comics over to her. I braced myself for the di

rd you were smart," I said, my tone deliberat

her looked mortified. My father looked like

, genuine smile touched her lips. It was th

a comic book from the top of the pile, a rare first edition of a classic sci

w it was supposed to happen. She was supposed to be c

had to push her away. I h

snatched the comic

her shocked gaze. "That one was

the dining room, leaving