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white shirt from my bag? I need it for photos.”
So I unpacked.
I hung Sophie’s fake designer dresses.
I folded Ethan’s shirts.
I put Leo’s tiny swim trunks in a drawer and told myself to breathe.
The next morning, Ethan woke me at six.
“Get dressed,” he said.
I blinked at him. “For what?”
“Sunrise photos.”
“Leo’s still asleep.”
“Then don’t wake him. Come take continue reading …
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