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his forehead.
“Mom, you are exhausted. You haven’t slept. You’ve been alone too much.”
“Did you see his hand, Lucas?”
He did not answer.
“Come with me,” I said. “Show me I am a grieving old woman who chased a stranger across town. Let me be embarrassed. I would welcome it.”
He looked away. That was my answer.
We drove in silence. At the end of the street,continue reading …
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