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On moving day she laughed when I nearly dropped a box of kitchen dishes.
That laugh sounded like something returning home.
PART X
What a Father Never Forgets
Some nights I still think about that alley behind the pharmacy.
I remember the way Emma looked when she first lifted her head under the yellow streetlight.
I remember how small she seemed curled against the cold brick wall.
And I remember the promise I made to myself in that moment.
No one erases my daughter.
Not while I am still breathing.
Emma sleeps safely in her own home now.
That is the only ending I ever needed.
THE END
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