By the time spring arrived, I had moved into Marigold's home. Daniel was adorable, and he didn't resemble Chester much—in fact, his features looked more like Marigold's.We were both satisfied by this outcome.One day, Marigold and I decided to visit Florence in prison, bringing Daniel with us.Florence had aged beyond recognition in just a few months. Her frail, hunched body was wrapped in a dark blue prison uniform. Sparse gray hair framed her gaunt, elderly face.When she saw Marigold and me walking hand in hand, with Daniel, now toddling along, her lifeless, dull eyes suddenly flared with astonishment.It was like a brief flicker of life in a dying flame.I smiled before saying, "Ms. Callaghan, I almost forgot to tell you—today marks 23 years since Mari and I met. Don't you think it's a wonderful day to celebrate?""You… You…" Florence stammered, but no coherent words came out.Turning my back to the surveillance camera at the visitation window, I silently mouthed the words
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