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Saturday arrived bright and cold. The kind of day where the sun looks pretty but the air bites.
By two p.m., the backyard was full.
Cameras. Loud laughs.
Blake was working the crowd like he was running for office.
“I’m going to be a dad!” “Can you believe it?” “Rowan’s doing amazing.”
People congratulated him.
He soaked it up.
His mom hugged me and whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”
I almost broke right there. Her kindness felt like salt on a wound.
Then Harper arrived in a soft blue dress, carrying pastel cookies like she was the Innocence Fairy.
I whispered back, “Me too.”
Her hands were freezing.
My aunt leaned in and said, “Harper’s been so helpful.
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