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closed. White bandages covered his torso.
I turned the photo over.
Dominic, first week. He’s going to survive.
My hand trembled.
There were more.
Dominic sleeping on our old couch.
Dominic sitting in our kitchen.
Dominic holding a tiny blonde child in his lap.
Me.
“That’s not yours to go through.”
I almost dropped the box.
Dominic stood in the doorway wearing continue reading …
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