Brianna Keaton had never been anyone’s favorite child. That was a truth she learned young, long before she understood how favoritism could carve invisible wounds.
Brianna Keaton had never been anyone’s favorite child. That was a truth she learned young, long before she understood how favoritism could carve invisible wounds.
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