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If Connor hadn’t been given up, would that have been his chair? How would our lives have been different with a boy in the house? How would things change once we’d met? Throughout dinner, the empty seat haunted me. I smiled as my family sang “Happy Birthday” and thanked my mom for the delicious cake, but the second dinner was over, I fled to the living room. The pressure over setting up Kane had compounded daily, leaving me ill-equipped to handle the onslaught of emotions that came with the news of my brother. My nerves were more frayed than the hem of my favorite pair of jeans. Curled up on the sofa, I opened my phone and scrolled through my social media to help me escape myself. I hadn’t noticed that Camilla had followed me until a knock sounded at the door, and she jumped up to answer it
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