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you never recover from.

We named her Eliza in whispers, a name carried like a secret between my husband, Michael, and me.

But as the years dragged on, the grief changed us. Michael left, unable to live with my sadness, or maybe his own.

So it became just the two of us: me and Junie, and the invisible shadow of the daughter I’d never known.

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