“Brooke, can I…?” He hesitates, and I’m afraid he’s going to ask me to bring Josh to visit. I won’t do that. There’s no way he can convince me. But instead, he says, “Can I see a picture of him? Please?” I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. But the way he’s looking at me is breaking my heart. And really, what harm could it do? So I dig out my phone. I bring up a recent photo of Josh and I hold out the screen so he can look at it. He stares down at the photo, his lips parted. “My God,” he breathes. “He looks like me.” “Yes.” “Can I see one more? Please, Brooke?” I really, really shouldn’t, but I
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