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knew Mommy’s birthday?”
Vernon covered his face.
That tiny question hurt him more than any accusation I could have made.
I took the key.
Then pain split across my lower back, sudden and bright.
I gasped, grabbing Claire’s headstone.
Quincy cried out, “Mommy?”
Another pain came, low and hard, wrapping around my belly.
Too soon? No. Thirty-seven weeks. Not too continue reading …
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