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recreate those memories. A whole week together, fully paid. Our treat.”
I set down my pen carefully.
“You hated that trip. Said it was boring, wanted to come home early.”
Christopher’s smile faltered.
“I was a kid. I see things differently now.”
The silence stretched.
I studied them both, my son, who’d once brought me dandelions and called me his hero, and continue reading …
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