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Dear Paul, It’s been five years since your passing, yet I see you in our daughter each day. She’s named Avery. You were sent back to God before having the chance to meet her, but I wanted you to know that she’s grown to be such a lively young girl – she’s really smart, too. [...]

I sit at my vanity, run a comb through my thinning auburn hair, and apply my powder and my lipstick. I pick out my lingerie, and decide on his favorite – a delicate white lace number. I walk to the foyer and wait anxiously by the door. Then the phone rings. I don’t bother picking [...]

In the darkness, my hands reached for his face. I touched him.
My hands slid gently from his temples to his chin, from his chin to his forehead. I felt the shape of his lips, the slope of his nose and the worry in his expression. My heart sank.