The artist

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LEAH THE NEXT DAY Father finally arranged a large breakfast to entertain and welcome us, his hospitality was nothing to write home about. I barely ate, trying to find the perfect opportunity to ask after Sarah, as he smartly evaded the question on my first try and has ever since forced an unwanted conversation on Damien and Kai. Tamara and I sat next to each other, and I was extremely grateful Adrian wasn't at this gathering. I would have lost my cool remembering everything he did to me. “I believe someone is missing on this table; where is my sister-in-law?” Damien asked casually as if discussing the morning news, but we all knew the motive, and this was no small talk. “You mean Sarah?” The bread I was chewing hot stuck in my throat. I wanted to cough it out, but I couldn't create a

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