Giant scrapbook, glue, ribbons, stars, sparkly markers, scissors. A huge pile of photographs.
Tongue between lips, Cassie sat at the table and, with focused, youthful precision, cut photograph after photograph, carefully pasting and decorating.
After several hours, Janet moved to inspect her daughter’s work. It took a couple of turned pages for Janet to realize who was missing. “Where’s Daniel?” she whispered, and after all this time, the name still caught in her throat.
“I left a place for him,” Cassie said firmly, pointing to all the extra spaces on the pages. “I’ll put him in when he gets back.”
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