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It was my father rediscovering who he was when he wasn’t being told. It was Lily learning to question what she’d been taught. It was me, finally accepting that wanting to protect something didn’t make me selfish.
Mom had known that all along.
And now, finally, standing my ground on the porch she’d loved, with the seawind lifting the edges of her last letter in my hands, so did I.
THE END.
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