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CHAPTER FORTY THREE: The Door

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Emma's POV

Julian arrives at eleven on Saturday morning.

He has been over before, but never during the day, and never when all three children are awake, and never on a Saturday, which is the day I have historically declined all invitations from all people who are not my mother because Saturday belongs to us and I have said this out loud enough times that it has calcified into a rule not even Adèle challenges.

Julian is not challenging it.

He is participating in it.

That is a distinction I did
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