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but cold.
“Hello, Margaret,” she said calmly. “I’m Alicia. We met on the plane eighteen years ago.”
My stomach dropped.
She was the young woman who had been seated beside me. The one who had told me those babies needed someone.
“You were sitting next to me,” I whispered.
“I was,” she said, stepping inside without an invitation. Her eyes drifted across the continue reading …
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