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“Your kid…. ?” The words catch in my throat, and my heart somersaults. Pain splicing me, and I turn my head to see the sadness in her eyes. A mirror of how I feel anytime I think of Tia. It’s another layer to things that make me connect to her, and I so badly want to hug her all of a sudden. We share so many scars that it feels like I found someone I could honestly talk to.

“Hmmm