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will.”
She turned to leave, then stopped.
Without looking back, she said, “Did you really want kids?”
I froze.
I did not know how she knew.
Maybe Savannah told her.
Maybe my mother had once known and remembered.
Maybe Megan had always known and kept it filed away for a day when she could use it.
“Yes,” I said.
Megan nodded once.
Not sympathetically.
Not cruelly.continue reading …
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