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now?”
She watched the fireflies.
“Now it depends who’s in the quiet with me.”
I reached for her hand.
She let me take it.
“I’m here,” I said.
“I know.”
Two words.
Simple.
But this time, they did not sound like politeness.
They sounded like trust beginning to grow back.
My mother moved to Palm Beach that summer.
I knew because her attorney informed Rachel of her continue reading …
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