{"id":16500,"date":"2026-06-21T17:09:47","date_gmt":"2026-06-21T17:09:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/readingmydairy.com\/?p=16500"},"modified":"2026-06-21T17:09:47","modified_gmt":"2026-06-21T17:09:47","slug":"honeymoon-flight-secret-the-little-girl-who-changed-everything","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/readingmydairy.com\/?p=16500","title":{"rendered":"Honeymoon Flight Secret: The Little Girl Who Changed Everything."},"content":{"rendered":"
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PART 2<\/span><\/h1>\n<\/header>\n
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The photograph showed Sarah in a hospital bed, pale and exhausted, holding a newborn wrapped in a pink blanket. Beside her stood my father.<\/p>\n

Charles Parker.<\/p>\n

His hand rested on the metal rail of Sarah\u2019s bed as if he belonged there, as if he had every right to be in the room where a child had just entered the world. Behind him, half-hidden by the curtain, was our family attorney, Martin Vale.<\/p>\n

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I stared at the picture until the cabin seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n

Olivia leaned closer. \u201cEthan?\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n

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Beneath the image was a single sentence.<\/p>\n

Ask your father why he was there.<\/p>\n

My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n

Olivia took the phone from my loosened hand and studied the photograph. At first, confusion crossed her face. Then something colder replaced it.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs that your father?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word came out barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n

Outside the window, sunlight glared over the wing. We were somewhere above the Atlantic, surrounded by clouds, champagne, polished wood, and silence so thick it felt impossible to breathe through.<\/p>\n

Olivia returned the phone to me carefully. \u201cDid Sarah send that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. It came from an unknown number.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cCall it.\u201d<\/p>\n

I tried. The call failed immediately.<\/p>\n

Olivia folded her hands in her lap, her wedding ring catching the light. Yesterday, that ring had felt like a promise. Now it looked like evidence.<\/p>\n

\u201cEthan,\u201d she said quietly, \u201cwhat exactly happened between you and Sarah?\u201d<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

The answer was simple and unbearable.<\/p>\n

\u201cI loved her,\u201d I said. \u201cAnd I let everyone convince me that love wasn\u2019t enough.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia looked away.<\/p>\n

I expected anger. Accusations. Tears, maybe. Instead, she stared at the untouched champagne flute between us with the weary stillness of someone watching a storm arrive from miles away.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou never said her name,\u201d she murmured.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut I knew there was someone.\u201d<\/p>\n

That made me look at her.<\/p>\n

She gave a faint, humorless smile. \u201cA woman can tell when she is marrying a man whose heart has a locked room in it.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sentence landed gently, which made it hurt more.<\/p>\n

\u201cI cared about you,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe that.\u201d Her voice did not shake. \u201cBut caring is not the same as choosing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I gripped the phone. Sarah\u2019s face in the hospital photograph kept burning through my mind. Her tired eyes. My father beside her. The attorney.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would he be there?\u201d I asked, though not really to Olivia.<\/p>\n

She hesitated. \u201cYour father handles problems before they become public.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter isn\u2019t a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word daughter left my mouth before I could stop it.<\/p>\n

Olivia heard it.<\/p>\n

So did I.<\/p>\n

For the rest of the flight, we spoke in fragments. I tried Sarah\u2019s old number twice. No answer. I texted her once.<\/p>\n

I saw the photograph. Please tell me what happened.<\/p>\n

No reply.<\/p>\n

When we landed in Florence, the air was golden and warm, scented faintly of rain and stone. A driver waited with a sign bearing our names. Honeymoon arrangements. Villa keys. A private dinner overlooking vineyards.<\/p>\n

It all felt obscene.<\/p>\n

Olivia stood beside the car and removed her sunglasses. \u201cWe can still go to the villa.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked at her.<\/p>\n

She nodded, as if she had expected my answer before I gave it. \u201cOr we can go home.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to know the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

There was no drama in her voice. Only exhaustion.<\/p>\n

We spent four hours in an airport lounge rearranging flights. Our honeymoon became a return ticket. Our luggage remained tagged for romance while we sat side by side like strangers who had accidentally survived the same accident.<\/p>\n

On the flight back, Olivia slept for twenty minutes, her head turned toward the window. I stayed awake, reading old messages I had never deleted.<\/p>\n

Sarah laughing about a terrible movie.<\/p>\n

Sarah sending me a picture of pancakes shaped like hearts because she had burned the first batch.<\/p>\n

Sarah\u2019s final message, sent three years ago.<\/p>\n

I can\u2019t keep standing outside a door you won\u2019t open.<\/p>\n

I had never answered.<\/p>\n

Back then, I told myself silence was kinder than false hope. Now I understood silence was only cowardice wearing a clean shirt.<\/p>\n

By the time we landed in Boston, dawn was breaking.<\/p>\n

My father\u2019s driver was waiting outside arrivals.<\/p>\n

That was how I knew he already knew.<\/p>\n

Olivia noticed him too. \u201cDid you call your father?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

The driver, Paul, approached with his usual polite expression. \u201cMr. Parker asked that I take you both to the house.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cTell Mr. Parker I\u2019m busy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Paul\u2019s eyes flickered. He had worked for my family for twenty years and had seen every version of Parker anger, including the quiet kind.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, sir.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia touched my arm before I could walk away. \u201cEthan, don\u2019t go to Sarah like this.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReady to demand answers from the only person who may have been trying to protect a child.\u201d<\/p>\n

That stopped me.<\/p>\n

I looked toward the glass doors, where travelers hurried into morning light with coffee cups and suitcases and ordinary problems. Somewhere in this city, Sarah was waking up with Bella. Maybe Bella was asking for cereal. Maybe she was still carrying Ellie Elephant around by one floppy ear.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re right,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Olivia seemed surprised I admitted it.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to talk to my father first.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Parker house sat in Brookline behind iron gates and old maples. It had never felt like home to me. It was too perfect, too curated, every room arranged as if waiting for approval from people who never stayed long.<\/p>\n

My father was in the library.<\/p>\n

Of course he was.<\/p>\n

Charles Parker stood beside the fireplace in a navy suit, already dressed for the day. His silver hair was combed back. His expression did not change when Olivia and I entered.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou came back early,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

I held up my phone. \u201cWhy were you in Sarah Bennett\u2019s hospital room?\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes moved to the screen. For one instant, something flashed across his face.<\/p>\n

Not guilt.<\/p>\n

Recognition.<\/p>\n

Then it vanished.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere did you get that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s your first question?\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia remained near the door, silent but alert.<\/p>\n

My father set down his coffee. \u201cEthan, this is not a conversation to have in anger.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were standing next to the woman I loved after she gave birth. With our attorney. I think anger is reasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n

His jaw tightened. \u201cYou don\u2019t know that child is yours.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou knew there was a child?\u201d<\/p>\n

The room went still.<\/p>\n

That was the moment the truth became visible. Not the whole truth, but enough.<\/p>\n

My father looked away first.<\/p>\n

I felt something inside me break cleanly, without sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe came to you,\u201d I said. \u201cDidn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n

He said nothing.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid Sarah come to you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe came to the office,\u201d he finally replied. \u201cMonths after you ended things.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t end things. I disappeared because you told me she was using me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n

The word hung between us.<\/p>\n

Olivia inhaled softly.<\/p>\n

My father continued, measured and cold. \u201cShe claimed the child might be yours. She had no proof. She refused to make anything simple.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSimple?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI offered assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou offered money.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI offered stability.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou offered silence.\u201d<\/p>\n

His eyes hardened. \u201cI protected you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d I said. \u201cYou protected the Parker name.\u201d<\/p>\n

For the first time in my life, my father looked old. Not weak, not sorry, but diminished by the weight of what he had chosen.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe wanted to speak to you,\u201d he said. \u201cI advised against it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou advised her?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI told her you were moving on.\u201d<\/p>\n

My throat tightened. \u201cWas I?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou were preparing to join the Hart partnership negotiations. Your future was finally taking shape.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia flinched at the mention of her family.<\/p>\n

I barely heard it. \u201cDid you tell her I didn\u2019t want to see her?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father did not answer quickly enough.<\/p>\n

That was answer enough.<\/p>\n

I turned away because if I kept looking at him, I was afraid of what my face would reveal.<\/p>\n

Olivia stepped forward. \u201cCharles, did my family know?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father looked at her. \u201cThis was handled privately.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo,\u201d he said. \u201cNot at first.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia\u2019s face changed. \u201cNot at first?\u201d<\/p>\n

He exhaled. \u201cYour father became aware there had been complications.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room seemed to narrow.<\/p>\n

Olivia\u2019s voice dropped. \u201cWhat complications?\u201d<\/p>\n

My father glanced at me, then at the window. \u201cThere was concern that Ethan might be distracted before the merger.\u201d<\/p>\n

The merger.<\/p>\n

There it was.<\/p>\n

Love had been inconvenient. A child had been inconvenient. Sarah\u2019s entire life had been treated as a loose thread that might ruin a tailored jacket.<\/p>\n

I walked out before anyone could stop me.<\/p>\n

Outside, the morning had brightened. Birds moved through the hedges. Somewhere nearby, sprinklers hissed over perfect grass.<\/p>\n

Olivia followed me to the driveway.<\/p>\n

\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n

I stopped.<\/p>\n

Her eyes were wet now, though no tears had fallen. \u201cI didn\u2019t know about Bella.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut my father might have.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI heard.\u201d<\/p>\n

She wrapped her arms around herself. \u201cYesterday we promised forever.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd today you\u2019re going to find another woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m going to find the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia nodded slowly. \u201cThose may be the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n

I did not know what to say.<\/p>\n

She removed her wedding ring.<\/p>\n

Not dramatically. Not as punishment. She simply slipped it from her finger and held it in her palm, staring at it as if trying to understand how something so small could become so heavy.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t want to be another decision you made because people expected it,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cOlivia\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Listen to me.\u201d Her voice trembled now, but she kept it steady. \u201cI deserve someone who wakes up beside me without wondering who he left behind. You deserve to stop letting other people write your life. And Sarah deserves the truth from you, not from your father, not from mine, not from some anonymous photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n

She pressed the ring into my hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cFind out who Bella is,\u201d she whispered. \u201cThen decide who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n

An hour later, I was standing outside Sarah\u2019s building in Cambridge.<\/p>\n

It was an old brick apartment house with flower boxes in the windows and bicycles chained near the entrance. Ordinary. Warm. Real.<\/p>\n

My hand hovered over the buzzer for nearly a minute.<\/p>\n

Then the door opened.<\/p>\n

Sarah stood there in jeans and a gray sweater, her hair slightly damp, Bella balanced on one hip with Ellie Elephant tucked beneath her chin.<\/p>\n

Bella recognized me first.<\/p>\n

\u201cAirport man,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

The innocence of it nearly undid me.<\/p>\n

Sarah\u2019s face tightened. \u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry for showing up.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYes.\u201d I swallowed. \u201cBut I saw the photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyes closed briefly.<\/p>\n

Bella patted her mother\u2019s cheek. \u201cMama sad?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah kissed her daughter\u2019s fingers. \u201cNo, sweetheart. Just surprised.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI talked to my father,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

Sarah looked down the hallway behind me, then stepped aside. \u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her apartment smelled like toast, crayons, and lavender soap. A small table near the window was covered with coloring pages. Children\u2019s books leaned crookedly on a shelf. A framed watercolor of the ocean hung above the sofa.<\/p>\n

It was not the life I had imagined Sarah living without me.<\/p>\n

It was better.<\/p>\n

Bella immediately climbed onto the rug and began arranging wooden blocks with intense concentration.<\/p>\n

Sarah watched her for a moment before facing me.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t hide her to hurt you,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her eyebrows lifted.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t yesterday,\u201d I admitted. \u201cBut I do now.\u201d<\/p>\n

She sat on the edge of the armchair, hands clasped. \u201cYour father said you didn\u2019t want to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI never knew you came.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe showed me a message.\u201d<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped. \u201cWhat message?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah rose, crossed to a drawer, and removed a folded envelope. Inside was a printed screenshot.<\/p>\n

My name appeared at the top.<\/p>\n

Sarah is pregnant. She says it may be yours. Do you want contact?<\/p>\n

Below it was a reply.<\/p>\n

No. Handle it. I don\u2019t want this touching my life.<\/p>\n

I stared at the words.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey aren\u2019t mine,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n

\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n

My eyes snapped to hers.<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t at first,\u201d she continued. \u201cI believed it for months. Maybe longer. It sounded like what I was afraid you felt.\u201d<\/p>\n

Shame burned through me. \u201cBecause I had already made you feel disposable.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah\u2019s face softened, but only slightly. \u201cYou made me feel like I was waiting in a room where everyone else had the key.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bella stacked one block on another and whispered, \u201cCareful, careful.\u201d<\/p>\n

I forced myself to breathe.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would have come,\u201d I said. \u201cIf I had known, I would have come.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah studied me for a long moment. \u201cI wanted to believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you call me directly?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI called your old number. Twice. A woman answered the second time and told me not to call again.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mind went blank.<\/p>\n

\u201cA woman?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah nodded. \u201cShe said you were engaged and that my situation was unfortunate, but continuing to reach you would only make things harder.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia?<\/p>\n

No. The timing was wrong. Three years ago Olivia and I barely knew each other beyond family events.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she sound like?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOlder. Polished. Calm.\u201d<\/p>\n

My mother had been alive then.<\/p>\n

The thought struck me with such force I had to sit.<\/p>\n

My mother, Vivian Parker, had died eighteen months ago. I remembered her last week vividly: the white hospital sheets, her thin hand in mine, the way she had tried to say something but lost the strength. I had thought she wanted to apologize for being distant.<\/p>\n

Maybe she had.<\/p>\n

Sarah watched my face. \u201cYou didn\u2019t know that either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bella\u2019s tower collapsed. She stared at it, then announced, \u201cAgain,\u201d and began rebuilding.<\/p>\n

I looked at the little girl. \u201cIs she mine?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah\u2019s breath caught.<\/p>\n

\u201cI need to ask,\u201d I said gently. \u201cNot because I doubt you. Because she deserves certainty.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n

She went to the bookshelf and took down a small white box. Inside were documents, photographs, hospital bracelets, a tiny pink hat.<\/p>\n

And an unopened DNA test kit.<\/p>\n

\u201cI bought it when Bella was six months old,\u201d she said. \u201cThen I couldn\u2019t do it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBecause by then I had survived without the answer. And I was afraid the answer would make me hope again.\u201d<\/p>\n

That broke me more than any accusation could have.<\/p>\n

Bella toddled over and placed a blue block on my knee.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold,\u201d she instructed.<\/p>\n

I held it.<\/p>\n

She returned to her tower.<\/p>\n

Sarah smiled faintly through tears she refused to shed. \u201cShe likes giving people jobs.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe gets that from you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe gets the eyebrow crease from someone else.\u201d<\/p>\n

A laugh escaped me, rough and unsteady.<\/p>\n

For a few seconds, we were almost who we had been.<\/p>\n

Then Sarah said, \u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n

I looked up.<\/p>\n

\u201cThe photograph you received wasn\u2019t taken by your father. It was taken by a nurse. Her name was Marisol. She was kind to me when everyone else felt like a locked door.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe sent it?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. She gave me a copy back then, but she moved away. I haven\u2019t heard from her in years.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would someone send it now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah\u2019s gaze moved to the window. \u201cBecause yesterday, someone came to my office.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI work part-time at a legal aid clinic now. A man came in asking about old adoption records.\u201d<\/p>\n

The room chilled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAdoption records?\u201d I repeated.<\/p>\n

Sarah nodded slowly. \u201cHe didn\u2019t ask for me by name. But when he saw me, he left almost immediately. Later, my supervisor found a note on her desk.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah handed me a small piece of paper.<\/p>\n

Three words were written in black ink.<\/p>\n

She deserves truth.<\/p>\n

I read it twice.<\/p>\n

\u201cBella?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s what I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n

But Sarah\u2019s face told me there was something else.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat aren\u2019t you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n

She glanced at Bella, then lowered her voice. \u201cWhen Bella was born, your father wasn\u2019t the only person at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho else?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t see him clearly. I was exhausted. But there was another man in the hallway, arguing with Martin Vale. He kept saying the baby should not be listed under Parker.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnother man?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah nodded. \u201cMartin called him Mr. Hart.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olivia\u2019s father.<\/p>\n

The name moved through me like cold water.<\/p>\n

I stood. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo. Not completely. I had just given birth. I was terrified. But I remember the voice. And yesterday at the airport, when your wife introduced herself, I recognized the last name.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bella looked up at the change in the room. \u201cMama?\u201d<\/p>\n

Sarah immediately softened. \u201cEverything\u2019s okay, bug.\u201d<\/p>\n

Bella considered this, then offered me Ellie Elephant.<\/p>\n

\u201cSad man hold Ellie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I took the stuffed elephant because I had no defense against her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThank you,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n

She patted my hand with solemn approval.<\/p>\n

My phone rang.<\/p>\n

Olivia.<\/p>\n

I almost didn\u2019t answer, but Sarah nodded once.<\/p>\n

I stepped into the kitchen. \u201cOlivia?\u201d<\/p>\n

Her voice was quiet. \u201cI spoke to my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cShe denied everything at first. Then she asked whether Sarah still had the hospital bracelet.\u201d<\/p>\n

I gripped the counter.<\/p>\n

Across the room, Sarah was watching me.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat hospital bracelet?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThe baby\u2019s,\u201d Olivia said. \u201cEthan, my mother said there was a mistake at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n

My pulse slowed in a frightening way. \u201cWhat kind of mistake?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know. She stopped talking when my father came into the room.\u201d<\/p>\n

Behind me, Sarah opened the white box again. She lifted a tiny plastic bracelet and turned it over in her fingers.<\/p>\n

Her face went pale.<\/p>\n

I lowered the phone. \u201cSarah?\u201d<\/p>\n

She did not answer.<\/p>\n

I crossed the room.<\/p>\n

The bracelet had Isabella Bennett printed on it.<\/p>\n

But underneath, on a second label that had been folded flat against the plastic, was another name.<\/p>\n

Baby Girl Hart.<\/p>\n

For a moment, none of us moved.<\/p>\n

Even Bella grew quiet, as if the apartment itself had taken a breath and forgotten to release it.<\/p>\n

Olivia was still speaking faintly through the phone. \u201cEthan? Are you there?\u201d<\/p>\n

I stared at the bracelet in Sarah\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n

Sarah stared back at me, her eyes wide with a fear that had nothing to do with the past and everything to do with the child building blocks on the rug.<\/p>\n

Then Bella looked up at us and smiled.<\/p>\n

\u201cAgain?\u201d she asked, holding out the blue block.<\/p>\n

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