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I could manage. “He’ll be here soon,” I told her. It was a small kindness I gave myself, even though the words were not true.
The honest version was harder to say out loud. Mark had been gone for seven months. My mother had passed several years before. The hospital room was the loneliest place I had ever been, and yet the most hopeful.
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