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how could she hate him? This wasn’t his fault.
She had made the decisions that brought her to
this point. And she didn’t even know his wife.
How could it be her fault?

The next day, December 23rd, there was no
school. She arrived home late to a doorway full
of children bubbling over with news. Emily
didn’t even wait for Rachel to reach the house,
but threw the door open and ran out to greet her.

“Mommy, there was a moving van and cars
and everything up at Uncle Jacob’s house! I
think they’re here!”

Rachel could see two cars and a pickup near
the well-lit house. She was sure Emily was right.

Early the next morning Jacob was at their
door. Rachel greeted him pleasantly, but he was

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