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chose us. That takes courage.”
That night, Zara told me she was pregnant. For a moment, the world went silent in the best way.
“A baby?” I whispered.
Zara nodded, smiling through tears. “A baby.”
Our daughter was born on a rainy April morning. Tiny. Perfect. Loud enough to make the nurses laugh.
We named her Lily Ruth—Ruth for my grandmother, because Grandma continue reading …
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