Chapter 48 The Day I Realized She Would Outlive Me

It does not arrive like a storm.

There is no thunder.

No fracture in the air.

No rogue stepping from shadow to test her strength.

It arrives quietly.

In the kitchen.

With strawberries.

Lyra is ten and a half months old when I realize, fully and without illusion, that she will outlive me.

She...

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