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that Sunday, it felt sweet.

Almost perfect.

We stopped by the bakery for his favorite blueberry muffins, packed the little drawing Lily had made for Grandma Elaine, and drove forty minutes through soft October rain to the old colonial house where Daniel had grown up.

I remember feeling warm inside.

I imagined Daniel’s face lighting up.

I imagined Elaine continue reading …