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nths later,

phone, but from a pe

ent white lis

ressed to his ear. "Sophia. She says she's pregnant. Th

for my answer

ding on that damn balcony, arm around a weeping

he world, his voice firm, a stark contra

ther, Emily Harrington, as the world kn

yed wife.

our Upper West Side apartment, the c

red. His voice

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, his usually steady a

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ved

stubborn loyalty that had

ny, almost imperc

Thank you, Amy. You don'

though

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