Sixteen years ago I found a stranger’s baby in a car trunk — I never imagined she’d been left there for me.

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check, every year, without ever knowing you were being tested. The birthday parties. The stitches when she fell off her bike at seven. The way you took a second job the year she needed a hearing aid and never once made her feel like a burden for needing it. I know all of it. I have a folder of photographs I was allowed one glimpse of a year, just to remember what I was protecting her toward.

Victor Prescott died eight months ago. Complications from a stroke, if you want

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