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On the drive home, Owen fell asleep against my chest again. I watched the city slide past and thought about how easily Jason had taught me to see myself as too much.
But when Rose needed warmth, my body knew what to do. Maybe that was the truth of me, not what he’d said.
That night, I held Owen a little longer before I laid him down. Then I called my mother.
“I missed my flight,” I told her.
“Honey… what happened?”
Then I called my mother.
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