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we go home now, Mom?”
I looked down at him.
At my brave little boy who had carried a burden no child should ever carry.
And somehow still protected me.
“Yes,” I whispered tearfully. “We’re going home.”
As we walked away together, I realized something important.
Aidan had tried to take everything from me.
My savings.
My marriage.
My dignity.
My future.
But he continue reading …
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