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My fingers brushed the soft fabric, and a strange, almost breathless laugh escaped me.
This was the same onesie I wore when I was nine—the one Ellen and I had begged our mother for during a winter market. We’d worn them for weeks, even after they became too small, refusing to let them go.
It felt like staring at a ghost.
I swallowed the lump forming in my throat, gripping the edge of the onesie a little tighter to ground myself.
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