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She had never quite been what he wanted her to be. She knew that. She also knew it wasn't her fault. She couldn't help that she had never really existed. It was his fault that he had believed she had. Somehow, she still couldn't help feeling like she'd failed.
"When do you think they'll be here?"
"I can't be certain. Friday? Saturday or Sunday if we're lucky."
He flipped the locket, only semiconsciously, between his thumb and index finger. "They killed her."
"I know. Now you just have to decide what you're going to do about it."
"How many times have I what, Justine?"
"Held him."
"I've held him plenty of times."
"I don't mean just for a moment, David. I mean when's the last time that you really sat down and spent time with your son in your arms."
There was silence. David didn't have an answer for her.
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