2/ The Stroller on the Lawn Wasn’t Just a Gift — It Was a Turning Point
My phone rang. Arthur’s voice was excited. “Did you see it?” he asked. I could barely speak. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. He heard the pain in my voice. “I’m coming home.” By the time he walked through the door, I was in the kitchen pretending to be fine. He didn’t buy it. “Talk to…
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