My wife, Thea Sawyer, came home early that evening.After Mia had taken a bath, Thea sat beside her on the bed and began blow-drying her hair."Mia, I'm sorry about today."Will you sing it for me one more time? I'll record it, okay?"Mia stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding.Thea brought in the recording equipment herself and stayed with our daughter through 12 whole takes.Whenever Mia made a mistake, Thea never rushed her. She offered water, applauded, smiled, and finally pulled her into a hug."My baby girl has the most beautiful voice."That night, Mia fell asleep clutching her mother's sleeve, a smile curved on her lips.Watching them together, I felt the anger inside me begin to subside.After all, before Clark Judson brought his son, Ian Judson, back into town, Thea had been a good wife and a good mother.When Mia was a child and her fever spiked to 102 degrees, Thea had held her in her arms all night in the ER hallway.When my stomach problems fla
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