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and warm, and guided me out of that hallway.
When we stepped into the parking lot, the February air hit my face sharp enough to wake me up.
I looked down at my stomach and whispered, “I’m sorry.”
My mother heard me.
“No,” she said, unlocking her car. “You don’t apologize to your baby for what thieves did.”
At the bank, a manager named David confirmed everything continue reading …
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