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himself in, his face lighting up as he explored, those doubts receded.
That first evening on the back patio, Ethan asked about Mark.
I told him about my son: the architect who loved designing spaces, the mentor who believed in young people, the man who faced illness with courage.
“His room is my room now?” Ethan asked.
“No. His room is still his room. continue reading …
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