g her, and Mark stood stiffly beside us, his eyes distant. A crooked necktie she had made for him in preschool, which he had
her absence. I fell asleep on the couch, exhauste
loth on my forehead, bringing me water. He sat with me all night, a silent, brooding presence. For
ne. He sat on the edge of the coffee ta
et's get
ld. "Okay," I said. I reached into my bag and pulled out th
d. "You... you agr
es
hink with Emily. She's dying, Sarah. It's her dying wish t
"I'll still be here for you. For you and Lily.
rs and a pen across
How's Lily? I'll take her to the rescue vehicle
me. He didn' t know. He didn't
l log. A picture of a sunset taken from a helicopter, with the caption, "My hero flies me to see the best views." A post detailing his worried
all gathering in our backyard with just me, Jessica, an
lew open. Mark stormed in
he quiet yard. "Did you report Emily to the aviation
s why Lily got sick? Because of your lack
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