~Chapter 13~

1998-        

     Christine’s withered, crooked finger brushed the tears streaming down her cheeks.  Her aged voice quaked a little, and she composed herself somewhat.

     “Ryan and I were able to talk about our hopes and dreams for William and Lansford after that day, and we were able to tell each other how much we missed them in our family.  We had been through so much together, and we had managed to forge ahead as a loving te...

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