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The engine purred as they drove away, leaving Emma and me standing alone in the driveway.

That was the last time I saw her.

After that, I moved into Mark’s house with Emma and worked every job I could find to keep the mortgage paid and food on the table.

I cleaned homes until my knees ached, babysat neighbor kids, and waited tables at a local diner until my feet swelled.

Time passed like pages turning. I aged into my seventies with a back that ached every morning and more wrinkles than I could count.

 

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