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Chapter 11
Eleven “We’re not going to let this ruin Andra’s birthday party,” Gideon said to his son as they trotted down the stairs and onto the path to Owen’s house. “Not for us and definitely not for Andra. Right?” Liam nodded sullenly in agreement but tears still gleamed along his lower eyelids. “I’m sorry, bud. I truly am. I keep hoping….” Gideon shook his head. Talking about Hannah and his perpetually unfulfilled hopes for her relationship with their son was not going to make it easier for Liam to push her call from his mind. “Cake and ice cream and maybe a walk on the beach later. That’ll be fun, yeah?” Again, his son nodded. Gideon combed his fingers through the boy’s silky dark hair, then pulled him against his side in a hug. At least it wasn’t hot today. In fact, it was almost cool enou
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