I remember that detail clearly—because when your life splits into a before and after, your mind clings to the smallest, strangest things. One of Lily’s socks was inside out. A stain of spaghetti sauce marked one of my shirts. My phone buzzed across the couch with an unknown number, and something inside me tightened before I even answered.
The moment …
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