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minutes, a tall boy ran over and tagged Sterling. “You’re it!” Sterling scooted up and ran off. Kate watched Liam watching the kids. His torso moved forward whenever one got close, like he wanted to spring up and join in. When a boy passed him by, Kate noticed a familiar look on her son’s face, the face of someone who’s been left behind. Sterling ran toward them. Instead of sitting down, she put a hand on Liam’s head. “You’re it, Liam!” Liam laughed and turned toward his mom. Kate got behind the wheelchair and pushed him across the chilled, black lawn. Liam bobbed up and down in the seat as they crossed uneven patches of grass and dirt. The grass parts were damp on her feet. Kate heard the other kids cheering them on. “Get her! Get her!” Kate saw Sterling slow down, just enough for them to catch her, and when they did, she screamed dramatically. “Oh, Liam! You got me! You got me!” She draped her thin body over him like a rug. Kate couldn’t resist. She laughed and did the same on top of her daughter. As she leaned, Kate looked at Sterling closely and was shocked by the hurt and sadness in her expression. It took her breath away.


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