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Julian’s lips parted, no words coming out.
“You didn’t just fake a coma, Julian. You faked being my son.”
She turned and walked toward the front door. She had never left him alone—not in 23 years. But now, she didn’t look back.
“I’ll be gone for a while,” she said.
“Where are you going?”
“To live,” she said. “For the first time since you died.”
She closed the door behind her.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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