His Debt Wife's Crown

I went to the drawer and my hands weren't steady anymore. My mother's comb was under a blue shawl that wasn't mine.
Rosalind
Avery, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for him to move you out. Truly.
End of Chapter 3
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I went to the drawer and my hands weren't steady anymore. My mother's comb was under a blue shawl that wasn't mine.
Avery, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for him to move you out. Truly.
End of Chapter 3
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