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Six children smiled at the camera. In the center stood a girl who looked so much like Emma that Sarah’s stomach tightened. The same hazel eyes. The same shaped brows. Even the same missing front tooth. But her skin was a warm brown, and her hair formed a halo of tight black curls instead of Emma’s auburn waves. Her name tag read Olivia M.
Sarah stared at the image for a long time.

She introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Sarah. Emma’s mom.”
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