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Broken
April 1945 — EvelynThe front porch swing swayed as Evelyn cuddled Danny, wrapped in thick blankets against the unusual chill in the April weather. Three weeks after Harlan’s attack, Evelyn voiced her fear, “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to go back there.”
Sterling sat by her side. He looked at her and chewed on his bottom lip. “If that’s really what you want, I won’t say anything.”
Evelyn brushed back an auburn curl from the side of her face. “What do you mean?”
“You seemed to enjoy singing your song.” He rubbed his thumb against the green fibers of the blanket. “It would be a shame to let him win by giving in to your fear.”
Moisture gathered in her eyes, and she bent her head toward Danny’s sleeping form and kissed the dark crown of his head. She thought about the music
