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Was she glaring at me? Well, James had warned me that she was spoiled. Was I a bad mother? Is that why she was looking at me the way she was? He kissed her forehead and then looked over at me. “It’s been a long day. Is it okay if I just…” “Of course.” I honestly had no idea how to help a kid get ready for bed anyway. My babysitting skills were limited at best. I watched them walk away. And I felt…empty. Did my daughter hate me? I wrapped my arms around myself so that I wouldn’t fall apart. “Hey, sis,” Rob said as he walked into the foyer. He was holding a little girl about Scarlett’s age on his hip. She was fast asleep, her head pressed into his chest. “Hey,” I said, despite the fact that he didn’t look happy at all to see me. “Didn’t take you for a flight risk. Here I thought we had
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