“Do you remember the summer we signed you up for camp? And the night before you left, you said you’ve changed your mind and wanted to stay home? I told you to to get a seat on the left side of the bus, so when you pulled away, you’d be able to look back and see me there waiting for you.” I press her hand against my cheek, hard enough to leave a mark. “You get that same seat in Heaven. One where you can watch me, watching you.”
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