existence. She sits there now, her belly swollen with our second child, the first one just old enough to waddle around on his own. We didn’t know it then, but she was pregnant when we buried her father. A little boy. Named Ru. She and Jon laugh at our baby while he wiggles his hips to music as it croons through the speakers, and a warmth spreads through my chest, happiness infusing every pore. I never thought I would have this. A family. A life. But then Wendy swept through with her unfailing loyalty and her selfless way of forgiving even the worst of mistakes, and she showed me that even the
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