My Daughter Died Two Years Ago—So Why Was Her School Calling Me to Pick Her Up?

creeping back into her eyes. “Please don’t let them take me again.”

Them.

“No one’s taking you,” I promised. “I’ll be back soon.”

She grabbed my hand. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Please keep her here.”

When I left Melissa’s house, my thoughts were clearer than they’d been in years.

I drove straight to the hospital where Grace had been admitted.

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