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On the first New Year’s Eve after Grace was born, snow fell softly over Boston.
Dad held her beside the fireplace while I watched the city lights through the window.
My phone buzzed.
A message from Daniel.
I’m sorry.
A year earlier, those words would have shattered me.
Now they barely affected me.
I deleted the message, lifted my daughter into my arms, and kissed her forehead.
Behind us, the house was warm.
Ahead of us, everything was mine to choose.
