She stays curled up against him for a moment, studying a painting of her mom smiling. She traces the twists of her hair with the tip of of her finger. Grace. She knows her name was Grace.
"What was she like?"
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She stays curled up against him for a moment, studying a painting of her mom smiling. She traces the twists of her hair with the tip of of her finger. Grace. She knows her name was Grace.
"What was she like?"