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we okay now?”
I pulled him close.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I said softly. “We are finally okay.”
In the months that followed, Arthur recovered enough to come home. He never fully regained his strength, but he had something he had not had in a long time. He had peace.
He spent his afternoons in the sunroom with Eleanor. They watched old shows together. They laughed continue reading …
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