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the driveway, then back at the porch steps.
“Uncle Harold is not coming today?” she asked.
The question hung in the quiet air between Rachel and me, light but persistent.
“No, sweetheart,” I said, keeping my voice even. “He is staying at his house today.”
Mia accepted this with a small nod, her attention already shifting to a beetle crawling near the root continue reading …
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