Mistress Over Mother
Claire, who had raised me from childhood, had taught me the heaviest lesson of all with her own life.
My body could not take any more, and I collapsed onto the couch, falling into a deep sleep.
In my dreams, I saw scenes from when Martin and I were children. Back then, we had been inseparable, and he used to say constantly that he could not wait to grow up so he could marry me.
Claire watched us play with warm pride, her happiness shining through her smile. I held her tightly, tears falling without end. Even though it was just a dream, I wanted to see her a little longer.
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