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Later, with Anna lying beside him, a vision of his daughters came into Tom’s mind and he felt awake for the first time in days. He had done it again. He had bowed to l**t and put his family second.
Knowing he had broken all his promises to himself, to Vic and the girls, to his unborn son, he felt sick to his stomach. And yet he put his arm on Anna’s hip and reached over and kissed her slightly open mouth.
“I am trapped in my life, Tom,” Anna said, with her eyes closed. Her hair had fallen over her face.
Tom remained silent.
“My father is a small-time criminal with ideas of grandeur. He is nothing more than a pimp, and if it were not for our mother, he would have pimped Tasha and I as well. If we had been born ugly, we would both be dead.
“Oh God, Tasha. I remember from a very youn
