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For a second, I honestly thought I had misheard her.

I stood frozen in the kitchen, one hand still resting inside the sink, warm water running over a plate I no longer remembered washing.

The birthday balloons were beginning to sag.

Half-eaten cake still sat on the counter.

The house smelled of frosting, candles, and the laughter that had filled every continue reading …