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“Good,” she murmured. “I don’t like when mommies don’t eat.”
Thomas’s chest tightened with a pain that was both love and grief. He kissed her forehead, lingered for a moment, then turned off the lamp.
In the living room, the silence hit him like a wall.
He stood for a long time looking at the tree, at the ornaments Jennifer had loved most. There was continue reading …
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