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Mason’s Promise

Later that night, I drove home alone.

I walked into Mason’s old room.

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I placed my hand on his dresser and whispered into the quiet:

“Someone kept your promise, baby. She wasn’t alone.”

And for the first time in a long while, I knew something with certainty.

Tomorrow, she would sit at the breakfast table again.

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