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Sin bites her lip. “He’s doing his
job.” She tells her daughter.
Willow snaps. “Then he can do it
away from us.” She turns to leave, her
grandmother grabbing Gracie’s hand and
following.
“She’s protective,” Sin tells me. My
father decides to make himself scarce.
"As she should be." I say honestly.
"She's straight forward. Kinda like you
are."
