They sat on a bench under a spreading oak. The first minutes were a gentle circling: small talk about weather, school, toys. Then the subject shifted, inevitable as the tide. Claire folded her hands and told them a story.
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They sat on a bench under a spreading oak. The first minutes were a gentle circling: small talk about weather, school, toys. Then the subject shifted, inevitable as the tide. Claire folded her hands and told them a story.