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daughter.”

“I know.”

“You held her for maybe ten seconds before handing her back like something you wanted refunded.”

“I know.”

I gripped the kitchen counter.

“The doctor called yesterday. Her condition is manageable. She may need surgery and therapy, but she has every chance of having a full life.”

Ryan looked down.

“That isn’t what I was thinking.”

“Then continue reading …