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reopening old wounds every time. Some days they managed elegance. Other days they managed civility. In the long run, both counted.
Hope met Ethan when he was three months old.
She stood very still beside Grace’s chair while Tiana adjusted the baby blanket and said, “You can touch his hand if you wash yours first.”
Hope looked at Micah. “He’s so tiny.”
“He’s continue reading …
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