We took pictures in the living room before leaving. Mom kept crying. Noah kept complaining about it. “Mrs. Carter, if you cry in every picture, people will think Christina …

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  I stared at Noah. “You wrote to him?” He nodded. Once. Dad held out the letter. I didn’t take it. “Tell me what it says.” Dad looked down. Then …

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  When I was 10, my mom would braid my hair every morning—but only on days when Dad was home. I used to ask why she skipped the other days. …

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