Before the river curved and the family was lost from view, Rachel managed to catch the eye of the woman on the bank. She shifted the baby slightly on her hip and she held Rachel’s gaze. Between them passed an understanding. They knew what it was to search for something—to be exhausted, bent double by the weight of loss, but somehow still crawling on their knees, hands outstretched, fumbling in the dark to find the pieces of whatever had been shattered. A family. A home. Just as the woman disappeared behind the trees, Rachel saw a smile flicker across her face, and felt the warmth of the silent
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