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beside my bed, making soft little sounds as morning light slipped through the curtains.
There was no Daniel.
No phone buzzing with demands.
No Elaine criticizing from the doorway.
No Melissa laughing like cruelty was a family tradition.
Just me.
My son.
And a day that belonged to us.
After feeding Ethan, I dressed him in a tiny blue outfit and packed his diaper continue reading …
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