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Forty Nine

Declan cleared his throat and gently touched my arm. “Willow,” he looked down at me, “Go upstairs, get dressed.”

His voice was calm, but his eyes said everything - I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’ve got this.

I nodded, heart pounding. “Of course. I…I’ll just...”

I turned toward his parents, forcing a...