TENDERLY, Violet touched her frail mother’s cheek. Ruby gazed wide-eyed at her daughter. Eventually, shocked and disbelieving, she spoke, her voice a feeble whisper. “Violet, I’m begging you. Don’t go

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YOU don’t even speak to him. I don’t understand why we have to go.” Mia was being difficult again. Eliza glanced at her daughter’s pouting face in the rear view mirror, and her slight crow’s feet deep

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