Chapter 110 Beautiful Like Marilyn Monroe

My mother came back in alone, her composure only half-rebuilt.

"Abby, sweetheart, listen..."

"Let her in," I said.

"Abby, I don't even know who called her. I certainly didn't."

"Let her in anyway," I said, and something in my own voice surprised me — a firmness I didn't remember having, or maybe...

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