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“I’ve caused you so much pain.”
Grace dropped the shirt she was folding and took Mrs. Turner’s hands in her own. “You haven’t,” she said. “You’ve just been trying to survive.”
They embraced — two women connected not by blood, but by love and loss.
That night, for the first time, it was Grace who chose to sleep beside Mrs. Turner. When the older woman continue reading …
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