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Nothing more. And in that small, fleeting moment, I felt like I could breathe again. It was the tiniest thing I’d ever done.
But it saved me that night.
Years passed… 20 of them.
I never had another child. The doctors had been right about that.
I tried dating, but nothing ever stuck.
Men either left too soon or stayed too long without ever really seeing me.
I filled my life with books, quiet nights, and part-time jobs that paid the bills but never filled the void.
Christmases grew quieter over the years, pared down to a small tree when I remembered, one gift for myself, and a glass of wine if I felt brave enough to pretend.
But that little girl never left my memory.
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