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came to visit us.”
Elena stroked her hair.
“Yes, sweetheart,” she said softly. “Mommy is watching you. In the wind, in the sunshine, in butterfly wings. Mommy never leaves you.”
The butterfly lifted off and disappeared into the evening.
Dominic looked at Elena across the garden.
She looked back at him with soft eyes and mud on her hands.
The man who had continue reading …
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