Bad blood
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“Those few months with Marcus were probably the most precious months of my life, and I would’ve loved to have attended the funeral. But…” David’s voice wavered a little as he tried to fight his tears. The room fell silent momentarily, and Amber could hear her heart throb. When he found his voice again, he explained that Marcus’ mother and he still shared some bad blood, and she didn’t want him at the funeral.
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