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Somewhere during these past months away, her son had quietly stepped into adulthood while she wasn’t looking.
Daniel lowered his voice.
Clara’s throat tightened unexpectedly.
“She remembers little things. Your favorite soup when you were seven. The red coat you used to wear to school. The way you sang when you were nervous.”
“She loves you.”
Daniel looked genuinely confused.
Clara slowly shook her head.
“Love is not enough, Daniel.”
After a moment, Daniel leaned against the counter across from her, exhaustion visible in every movement.
“She kept asking when you’d come home.”continue reading …
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