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stop Daniel had mentioned.
A woman stood there alone with a backpack, wind tugging at her coat.
For a moment, I imagined myself there.
Bleeding.
Exhausted.
Holding Ethan while trying not to drop the diaper bag.
Then the SUV turned onto the main road, and the bus stop disappeared behind us.
I did not feel triumphant.
Not yet.
I felt awake.
And that was more dangerous.continue reading …
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