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Lynn.

I didn’t want to believe it.

How could she… be there, standing in front of me? Like she hadn’t run off three years ago without any word.

Like she hadn’t taken my daughter and fled before I could even think of a way.

Or the fact that she’d broken me completely by disappearing and ignoring me for the second time.

She stood a few steps away from the main entrance to the living room, her eyes staring at the photos that hung on the wall.

Her eyelashes batted repeatedly, ...