~Elara~It's been seven days since the accident. Seven days of proof that whatever had happened in the car and in the hospital was a fluke. A response to trauma. A one-time thing that would never happen again.Looking at her now, I could almost believe I had dreamed it all."And then Mr. Whiskers said he wanted pancakes but I told him rabbits don't eat pancakes, Mommy. They eat carrots. But he said he's a special rabbit so he can eat whatever he wants. Do you think that's true? Can special rabbits eat pancakes?"Lily's voice filled the car like sunshine. She bounced in her booster seat, her braids swinging with every animated gesture, her little hands painting pictures in the air as she described the elaborate breakfast conversation she'd had with her stuffed rabbit."Mommy? Are you listening?""Special rabbits can eat whatever they want, baby." I smiled at her through the rearview mirror. "That's what makes them special."She beamed at me, all gap-toothed joy and dimpled cheeks, and
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