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There was no accusation in it.
That almost made it harder.
The porch light hummed above us. Somewhere down the street, a dog barked. Daniel laughed inside at something Emma said while cleaning up.
Lily rested her head on my shoulder.
For a heartbeat, I felt again the ghost of her six-year-old body curled in my lap, sticky with popsicle, hair uneven and continue reading …
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