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asked, as if he were returning from a business trip delayed by weather.
I was on the living room floor with Liam, who was stacking plastic rings with grave concentration between bouts of clinginess.
“He was admitted overnight,” I said.
Marcus set down his bag.
“For an ear infection?”
“And dehydration.”
He frowned, not in grief but in confusion.
“They kept continue reading …
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