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bear sat in the chair beside her like an honored guest.
At the end of the meal, Lorenzo rose with his glass.
“To family,” he said. “To the truth. And to the little girl who saved every one of us.”
Sophia smiled so widely her whole face lit.
Glasses touched.
Caruso sang.
Somewhere down the hall, a clock that had not been wound in two years began ticking again.continue reading …
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