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My father’s confident grin stalled and froze on his face. Brooke blinked rapidly, processing what she was seeing.
“So you actually did something with yourself,” she said, trying to sound bright and supportive.
I stayed completely calm. “Yes, I did.”
“Eight months now.”
“And you didn’t tell us?” Donna pressed, as if I owed them updates on my life.