“I Give the Orders Here,” He Shouted—Until I Told Him Who I Was

absolutely soaking wet,” she whispered as she hugged me, her arms thin and trembling. She felt frail in a way she never had before. “I’m so glad you’re here. Mark, this is my Aubrey, my daughter.”

“We met,” Mark grunted, waving a hand dismissively without looking away from the television. “She seems quiet enough. Not much of a talker, is she?”

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