Anjulie pulled on her blue jeans and zipped them. Afterward, she slipped her white t-shirt over her head and sighed. Here she was, dressing again when every fiber of her being wanted to sink back into bed and pull the covers over herself.
She’d said big words to Molly last Fall. They’d been true words. The girl needed to move forward—to untie the grief …
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