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got the chance to explain.”

A cold feeling crept into my chest.

Something in her tone made me listen.

“She wasn’t your biological grandmother,” Desiree said gently.

I shook my head immediately. “No. That’s not. She raised me. She—”

“I know,” Desiree said quickly. “And she loved you. That part was real. Every bit of it.”

“Then what are you saying?”

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