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“I’m sorry,” if she dropped a fork.
“I’m sorry,” if she laughed too loud.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s just water,” I said, grabbing a towel. “We clean it up, that’s all.”
“No one’s mad,” Daniel added.
She stared at us like she was trying to understand the rules of a new planet.
At night, she slept with her door open and the hall light on. A few times I woke up and saw her in our doorway, clutching her bunny.
“Sophie?” I whispered.
“What’s wrong, honey?”
“I just wanted to see if you were still here,” she said.
Little by little, she started to believe him.
She hummed while she colored. She left dolls on the couch instead of putting everything away.
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