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whispered. “Never.”
That night, Mia spoke about Isabella for the first time.
She lay in bed looking up at the ceiling while Elena sang softly beside her.
“I miss the smell of Mommy’s hair,” Mia said.
Jasmine.
She remembered jasmine.
She used to breathe in Isabella’s hair before falling asleep.
But now she could not remember the smell anymore, and no matter continue reading …
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