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I Married a Blind Man So He’d Never See My Scars

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“Who’s supposed to keep the business alive?”

“My flight leaves tomorrow,” I whispered. “The program starts Monday.”

Brenda never turned around.

“Your sister is pregnant. Harper needs support. The business needs you. Italy can wait.”

But Italy couldn’t wait.

This wasn’t a vacation. It was an elite culinary management program in Rome, the kind of opportunity continue reading …

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