Three years later, Bayport was home.Jared and I had a daughter, Amelia Johnston. We called her Mia.One weekend, we took her to the mall.She'd just learned to walk. She slipped free of my hand and toddled ahead.Jared bent down and followed, nervous as ever, ready to catch her.I walked beside them, smiling and holding her new balloon.He scooped her up and turned to me. "She's too fast. Hold on to her.""She takes after you.""Me? She's stubborn, just like you."I laughed and took Mia. She leaned against my shoulder and tugged my hair.At a dessert shop, I bought three cups of ice cream. Mia dug in and got it all over her face.Jared wiped her clean with practiced ease.Watching them, I felt like we had a whole life ahead of us. We could take our time.***Third-Person POVAcross the street, Hiram stood outside a closed shop, holding a bag of discounted convenience-store bread.He was much thinner, his hair overgrown, his jacket faded.He froze when he saw Emma.He
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