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Chapter 130: The Scar

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I noticed it on a Thursday morning.

Nothing significant about the Thursday. Not an anniversary or a milestone or any of the dates that had accumulated meaning over the last several years. Just a Thursday in the way that Thursdays were Thursdays, the particular rhythm of a morning that had its own established sequence, children and breakfast and the specific choreography of a household that knew its own patterns.

I was washing my hands at the kitchen sink.

The light comes in from the east window
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