The Ring I Sold For Freedom

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to be here with me. He had promi

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n able to look at her picture for

y hand. I pushed the door open, and the sound of a child' s laugh

leached blonde hair and a tight dress was next to him, her hand on his arm. A

erfect family. A fam

, an Instagram model I' d seen on his phone

y, the silence stretching un

smile vanished. He gently put the boy

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a mix of pity and triumph. The little boy t

my voice flat. I already knew. I

gesture he always made when he was cornere

is Leo

e looked at the floor, at t

s my

nniversary of our daughter's death, he brought his

touched my li

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voice rising. "All of you. And c