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Sarah looked up at me, her mouth opening slightly, already trying to explain before I could ask anything.
That was the first thing that broke my heart. Not the blood. The instinct to apologize for it.
I knelt beside her on the floor.
“Sarah. What happened?”
She started to shake her head, then grimaced and stopped.
Laughter came from the kitchen.
My son has continue reading …
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