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that overlooked the parking lot. On my wall, there was a new addition, a drawing Rachel’s children had made for me. Stick figures holding hands, hearts everywhere.
My phone rang.
“Jaime, how’s your day?”
“Good. Rachel came by with her kids.”
“That must have felt amazing.”
“It did.” I paused. “Jaime, thank you for seeing what I couldn’t prove. For standing continue reading …
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