Amy Page

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Twelve years ago, I made a promise to my daughter that I’d never let her go. Then I made another promise. A promise to the woman I love that I would always fight for her, even if it was the only thing I’d ever be allowed to do. But promises were like petals in the wind. Easily scattered. Hard to hold. I couldn’t keep them both.
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