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“You’re being dramatic.”
Claire zipped the suitcase. That small, clean metal sound cut through the room the way a shout never could have. She lifted it off the bed and set it on the floor and took the handle.
“I’m taking the baby somewhere quiet.”
“You can’t just leave.”
She looked at him then. For the first time since he had come through the door, she let him see her eyes. Not anger. Not devastation. Something much harder to argue with.
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