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Mr. Waverley’s chin wobbled as he gingerly took the book from her. His wife came to his side and gave his arm a squeeze. “I think perhaps both of you should take some time together. Mrs. Larkin and I can have tea with the children.”
“But—”
“For Julia,” Chloe said.
Mr. Waverley exhaled and eyed Chloe’s father before giving a slight nod.
