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... table was set beautifully: silver lids, warm bread, bowls of soup that smelled like thyme and butter, candles flickering in the low light. The boys sat to my left, my mother across from me, Peter at the head. People spoke. Knives touched plates. Someone laughed at something Peter said.
I nodded when I was supposed to. I smiled when someone looked my way. I lifted my spoon and tasted nothing.
All day, I had tried Nathan’s number. Again. Again. Again. First, it rang and went to voi ...
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