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I rested my head on her shoulder. "Mom, don't pay any attention to what that idiot Grayson said."
Her voice was thick with self-blame and regret. "Vivian, your father did die because of me. Do you hate me? For making you grow up without a father?"
I shook my head and hugged her tighter. I knew she had suffered more than anyone over the years.
My father used to be a powerful figure in the underworld, with countless followers. Arthur Sinclair had been just one of his low-level men.
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