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And sometimes it meant looking at a little girl with her entire life ahead of her and understanding that she did not exist to replace anyone.

Cecelia would know her father.

I would tell her about the porch, the terrible baby-name suggestions, the way he always tried to make me laugh when I was frightened.

I would tell her how excited he had been when she kicked beneath his hand.

I would tell her that when he learned he would not have enough time, he chose to give whatever time he could to someone else.

But I would never ask her to become him.

Neither would Violet.

Mark had been here.

He had been loved.

He was still missed.

That was enough.

Cecelia did not have to carry the weight of proving it.

She was free to become entirely herself.