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Rae paused. “No, actually.”

I leaned back. “That happen often?”

She nodded. “Every time they get into a fight. She rebounds with some guy, they fight again, D.J. showers her with gifts so she’ll come back, then the cycle starts all over again.”

“I’m sorry, Rae.”

She shrugged. “Shit happens.”

“Do you remember anything about your dad?”

“Wow. You really just wanna dive in there, don’t you?”

“I mean, do you have anyone else to talk about it with?”

“Allison and Michael.”

“Have you ever talked with them about it?”

She shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

I quirked an eyebrow, listening to her sigh. “You know I’ll understand.”

“Why don’t we start with what happened to your mother?”

I nodded. “All right. What do you want to know?”

“What really happened, Clint?”

I sighed. “I wish I knew. One day she was okay. And the next, she wasn’t. Painkillers are a bitch, but when you put it together with postpartum depression, it becomes a big issue.”

“Your mother struggled after having you?”

“My mother stru