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“I do.”

She left her flowers on a bench, an undelivered love note to her mother. Her mom deserved her moment with Dad, and Allie knew she would see her soon enough.

They had years in front of them for her to ask questions, and to say all the things she needed to say.

“Come on.” Allie pulled Winston along by the hand. “Let’s do what you do best and get lost.”