The girls were playing soccer, neighborhood league, idyllic fall afternoon.
Krystal and Gretchen watched their daughters sometimes, but mostly conversed about life.
“The world’s rougher on these kids than it was on us,” Krystal said. She was about to pry, and she knew it. “I worry about my daughter. You can decline to answer. I wouldn’t blame you, but the…
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