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the long curve of the terminal road, and I felt in my chest the particular finality of departure, the understanding that the city disappearing behind us was not going to become something you return to and find unchanged.
“Mom,” Aiden said, turning from the window, “will we be okay?”
I looked at him.
“Yes,” I said. “We’re going to be okay.”
He held my gaze continue reading …
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