Cursebreaker by ThestralPrincess
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I've left a life behind
Molly wondered if that was what it was always going to be like. That her cousins would assume that if she was excessively happy, she must be ill. It didn’t seem like a nice thought.
Too relieved to grieve
Three years later. And a family dinner.
Brandon, as Molly assumed was the name of this freakishly tall man, scowled before sitting on top of the stack of books. Molly glared at him. One did not sit on top of a stack of books. It just wasn’t done, even in an office as messy as Uncle Bill’s.
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