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LYNNE
“I’ve thought about it, but I can’t, Tim,” I said, cradling the telephone on my shoulder. “Not yet.”
“It would be hard to be here without Connor, I know,” Tim said.
I was silent for a moment, thinking. “It would be impossible—for now,” I admitted. “It took me so long to find him, Tim. How do I go back to business as usual without him?”
“I don’t know,” he said, “but I know you’ll make it. You’ve always been tough.”
“We all have our limits,” I said.
“And you have that baby you always wanted,” he reminded me.
I managed a little laugh. “Not such a baby anymore,” I said. “He’s actually a miniature version of Connor.”
“Lynne, about that—I sent you a package. Forwarded it from Darcy,” he said.
“Darcy?” I asked, surprised. “Why would he be sending me a package?”
“I think you’re
