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need. The combination is the day your mother brought you home.
Mason lowered the letter.
Caroline. Not Evelyn. His real mother, who had died when he was nine, leaving behind lavender soap, a garden full of marigolds, and a grief Henry never fully escaped.
April 17, 1998.
Mason had been born early, small enough to fit in Henry’s two hands. Caroline had continue reading …
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