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Chapter 31 — You Have No Right

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ANITA POV

We stood there for maybe three minutes.

The rain. The umbrella. The cameras across the road still shooting. Neither of us speaking.

Inside the restaurant the anniversary dinner was still going on. I could hear it faintly through the glass — Margaret’s voice, a laugh from the table, cutlery.

I couldn’t stop seeing the boy’s face. Donald’s jaw, only smaller, his head tipped back as he stared at the ceiling lights with absolute delight. I’d looked at him for only a second, but it h
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