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do it.
A small act, maybe.
But in families like his, small acts are earthquakes.
By noon, Deborah called.
“I watched the video.”
I stood in the pantry because Lily was in the living room coloring and I didn’t want her to hear my breathing change.
“And?”
“It is exactly what you think.”
The shelves tilted.
I reached for a box of cereal to steady myself.
Deborah continue reading …
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