“Hi, sweetheart.”
“Mark wasn’t himself at the end.”
I stopped in the kitchen.
“Sally handled those decisions. He never would’ve chosen that if he’d been thinking clearly.”
I walked into the room.
Violet was holding Cecelia.
“Mark wasn’t himself.”
“Give her to me.”
Her face changed.
“Sally, I was just…”
“Give me my daughter.”
She handed Cecelia over.
I settled her against my chest.
“Give her to me.”
“You will never say that in front of her again.”
“She’s a baby.”
“She won’t always be.”
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Violet’s eyes filled.
“You still have something of him.”
“She’s a baby.”
I stared at her.
She looked at Cecelia.
“You wake up and see him in her. What do I get?”
“Me.”