Two women, two generations apart, finding forgiveness and love

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“But maybe it was,” Kyle persisted, his tone smooth and even. “Does love always turn out the way we want it to?” Then he looked at me. “Julianne Crouse was a fine woman. We haven’t finished her story, but she suffered, and she was fine indeed.”

My story has been whispered behind doors and hands, always by others. This time it is Mine to Tell.

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