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“I don’t know what to say,” Julia whispered. “This is because of me?”
“No.
Her hands trembled as she reached for the edge of the blanket.
“Yes, with the kids,” I said, nodding gently.
“I can’t keep pretending that this is a marriage. And I can’t keep serving everyone while being forgotten.”
“And what about me?” she asked, blinking back tears.
“I found a little apartment for us, Julia. You can’t walk up those stairs yet, so I found a care facility for you.
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