Two days earlier, the doctor had pulled me into the hallway. He’d used careful words, but I heard the ones that mattered.
Spread. Nothing more. Comfort.
Carol had come into my life when I was at my lowest.
She never pushed me to talk about it. She just stayed.
He’d used careful words.
I fell in love with her slowly, then completely.
Carol told me from the beginning that she couldn’t have children. I accepted it and never imagined I’d be a father.
Then, sometime later, she suggested we adopt a little girl. That was when we decided to get married and become a family.
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