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my family.”
No one asked again.
Three weeks after my mother left, a package arrived.
No return address.
Inside was a silver baby rattle engraved with Noah’s initials and a note in my mother’s handwriting.
A boy should know his grandmother.
Ava found it first.
When I walked into the kitchen, she was standing over the box as if it contained a snake.
I did not continue reading …
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