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“Hum… hum… hum…”

The music was loud in my ears, but I still hummed along, swaying my hips a little as I folded the clothes I had just pulled from the line outside.

The sun was hot today, strong enough to dry everything in one sweep. The scent of soap and sunlight clung to the fabric. I liked that smell. It felt like peace.

Last week had been soft and sweet.

Claire’s laughter still echoed in my head—Lena’s teasing smile. We had stayed up too late, talked about ...