And I tell her I love her. And sometimes, when the wind blows just right and the sunflowers sway, I let myself believe she hears me. THE END
A story about the courage to face unbearable truth, a daughter’s desperate attempt to protect her mother even after death, and the devastating cost of looking away from evil that hides in plain sight.
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