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am building my own life now.”
More Than Okay
Later that night, Emma curled up beside me on the couch with a soft blanket. Noah leaned his head against my shoulder, holding a comic book in his small hands. The lamp glowed gently. The apartment felt warm and full.
“Mom?” Emma whispered.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are we okay? Like, really okay?”
I kissed the top continue reading …
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