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The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

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Ethan standing in my doorway, backlit by the hall light, looking small and lost.

“Can’t sleep?” I asked gently.

He shook his head.

“Do you want to sit with me for a bit?”

The smallest hesitation, then he crossed the room and climbed onto the edge of my bed, sitting with his back straight and his hands folded, like even here he was trying to take up minimal continue reading …

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