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“Oh yes, hi, Mrs. Beyers. I remember we spoke on the phone.” I held my breath. Graham and Marcie looked sharply at one another, shocked, while I sat bolt upright. “I’m sorry I missed you that day,” she continued. “It was my day off. Let me check here . . . yes, here she is. Hannah. We were looking forward to seeing her in our kindergarten room in September, I believe.” “Were?” I asked.
sometimes, we have to accept that life is full of mysteries, and we may never know all the answers.