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blurred with tears.
Resting on top was a small recorder.
I picked it up carefully, my fingers trembling so badly I nearly dropped it.
For a second, I just stared at it. Then I pressed play.
“Hi Mommy… if you’re hearing this, it means I didn’t get to stay as long as we hoped.”
It was Lily’s voice. Soft, familiar, painfully real.
Hearing it hit me like a tidal continue reading …
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