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He leaned closer.
“Maxwell,” she whispered.
“I’m here,” he said, breaking. “I’m right here.”
“Emily,” Sarah said again, slightly stronger. “Our daughter.”
“Yes,” Maxwell said, his heart soaring. “Our beautiful, brave, incredible daughter.”
A ghost of a smile touched Sarah’s mouth before sleep took her again.
Six months later, on a crisp spring morning, Maxwell continue reading …
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