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the photo she’d attached. I’d missed it completely in the chaos. It was dark, blurry, taken from a low angle as if she’d held her phone against her lap and tapped blindly. A corner of a room. The edge of a dining chair. And on Lily’s chest, something rectangular. Cardboard, maybe, with thick black writing.
I could make out two words.
Family.continue reading …
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