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She gave me the slightest nod.
I nodded back.
No resentment.
No bitterness.
Just the shared understanding of adults who had stood on opposite sides of a frightening moment and now knew the truth of it.
In the car, Emma kicked off one shoe and asked whether we still had popsicles at home.
“Yes,” I said.
“Red ones?”
“I think so.”
She grinned out the window.
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