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The baby placed a small hand against Andrew’s chest, and suddenly Andrew was overwhelmed by sensations that were not his own—the slick road, the screech of metal, the terror followed by an unexpected calm.
“I couldn’t stay,” it seemed to say. “But he could.”
Andrew fell to his knees, breathless and trembling.
Growing With Quiet Certainty
As Elias grew, he spoke of things no one had told him, recognized moments tied only to Lillian’s memories, and sensed pain in others before it was ever spoken aloud.
Andrew stopped questioning it when one afternoon he found his son studying a photograph of Lillian with calm familiarity.
Andrew took a deep breath.