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her footsteps slow on the stairs.
Evan picked up the suitcase. He did not say goodbye to her. He did not say goodbye to any of the children.
I did not scream. I did not beg. I sat very still on the nursery floor, one hand resting on my belly, and I listened to his footsteps fade down the hallway.
Then the front door closed.
The baby kicked again, gently continue reading …
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