Claire had been gone for three weeks. I still caught myself turning to tell her things.
People kept telling me I was brave to do it all alone.
I wasn’t. I was tired, scared, and guessing.
« They’re babies, not cupcakes. »
But Claire had asked for yellow sleepers, so I got out of the car.
« Okay, girls, » I whispered, lifting the stroller handle. « We’re doing this for Mom. »
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The mall was too bright and too full of families who looked whole. I kept my eyes on the floor until I reached the baby store.
The yellow sleepers were easy to find.
« Your mom was right, » I told Lily. « Buttons are a trap. »
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