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There, carved into the smooth stone, was Ryan’s name.
Lily gripped her mother’s hand so tightly that it almost hurt.
Andrea wiped her eyes before speaking. “Seven years ago, Ryan reached out to me unexpectedly,” she began. “We had not spoken in many years.”
She paused, gathering herself. “Then he showed me his medical records.”
Anna’s heart began to pound.continue reading …
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