I stared into the box, unable to breathe.
Lying on top was a tiny blue knit hat.
The same style Noah had worn in the hospital.
Underneath it was a handwritten note.
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I stared into the box, unable to breathe.
Lying on top was a tiny blue knit hat.
The same style Noah had worn in the hospital.
Underneath it was a handwritten note.
Continue reading on next page…