Genevieve:“I will bury you next to Mom, Dad,” I whispered, gently running my hand through his hair to fix it. He was out cold, his head resting in my lap. I had run out of tears by now. My eyes were swollen, and they hurt when I blinked too hard.My body was cold from the weather, but it was my hea
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