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Chapter 10 - One Year After We Lost Our Baby, Clara Planted a Tree in Our Garden and Finally Allowed Herself to Imagine a Future AgainWe planted a tree.

A small maple.

Clara placed her hand against the trunk.

“He would've liked this.”

I smiled.

“How do you know?”

“He would've climbed it.”

I laughed.

She laughed too.

It was the first time.

A real laugh.

We stood beneath it.

No guards.

No weapons.

Just us.

That tree became the center of our family garden.

A reminder.

May you like

Not of violence.

Of love.

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