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Chapter 6: Where There's A Will
After a quite conspicuous ending to the first day of Papa’s viewing, I drank myself into a wine stupor before passing out on Becca’s couch. I’d hazily come around to find Anthony draping me with a handmade quilt before carrying Becca upstairs. In the morning when he made us a greasy hangover breakfast with a side of Advil, I had to give my sister props for marrying such a thoughtful guy. When I arrived home to prepare for the day ahead, Mom and Dad did their best not to ask too many questions. I could tell they were going to draw blood if they didn’t stop biting their tongues. Although they were used to counseling people and asking all the right questions to start healing conversations, it would seem they were keeping to their usual handling of the Declan situation, which meant mum was th
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