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visitors.”
He paused. “We’ve called his wife multiple times. The first few days, she said she was out of town. After that, straight to voicemail.”
I took Mark’s cold hand. His eyelids fluttered open—the same hazel eyes I’d watched light up when he was a boy.
“Mom,” he whispered. “You’re really here.”
“I’m here, Mark. I’m not going anywhere.”
His eyes locked continue reading …
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