Claire whispered.
“Even if Mommy stays?”
Claire kissed the top of her head.
“I hope she always stays.”
Ari looked confused.
“But where do you go?”
Claire smiled.
“I don’t need your mommy’s place.” She tapped Ari gently on the nose. “I’d like my own place.”
The next morning, I found Claire in the kitchen holding an old recipe tin.
“I found this in the back of the cabinet,” she muttered.
Inside were Sarah’s handwritten recipes.
On top was blueberry muffins.
Claire looked at me.
“What do you think?”
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