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was thu

ed, his voice sharp, gest

Isabelle is ill. She collapsed. She says yo

Ethan, I

. "She said you've been acting err

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rbal supplement, one she knew I occasionally took for sleep

nted to Ethan that she might be, to further

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o the house, his rag

r's love, but as proof of my "mor

her," he seethed, his eyes

e called his

le the doctor admin

said, his voice chillingly calm. "And

few hours later, br

child, a l

bility." He said I had

ragile hope I' d nurtu

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