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Maybe I’d been hasty to assume he was incapable of caring for me. Maybe what he was offering would be enough. If I had freedom and a certain degree of respect, I could be happy. Probably. And if I had money, I could access the things I needed to get my brother away from our dad. Then what, genius? You think Dad will just let Sante go? The few bites I’d had churned in my stomach. Was I willing to run? Could I gather enough money to escape with Sante? Did I want to do that? And if I didn’t, what did that say about me as a sister? Didn’t I have to at least try to save him? The remainder of my appetite shriveled up and disappeared. I needed to hear Sante’s voice and reassure myself he was okay. I wasn’t sure why. I just needed to, but I didn’t want to call when Conner was around. He already t
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