“You know how Dad always called you a force of nature? Well, I saw you more as a force of chaos. Growing up, you did these little disruptive things that drove me crazy—like how I’d comb my hair until it was perfect, and you’d come and tousle it. Or how you bought me orange tennis shoes after I asked for plain white ones. And after Dad died, when the last thing I needed was more chaos, you still brought it. Making me cut class, ride roller coasters, go to concerts … But I get it now. You weren’t adding chaos to my life. You were adding color.” What would a world without Madeleine possibly look
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