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tiny old man.”

Grace’s eyes softened.

“He loves you,” she said.

“He’s a baby.”

“He knows who comes when he cries.”

Alexander looked at her.

There was something in Grace’s voice. Something personal.

“You grew up with that?” he asked.

Grace looked out the window.

“With what?”

“Knowing who came. Or who didn’t.”

For a moment, she said nothing.

Then she nodded.

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