after a year apart, you’re pulled back into the lives of toji fushiguro and the six year old boy who still calls you mom—megumi fushiguro—whose increasingly desperate attempts to keep you around slowly force you and toji to confront the family you almost had.

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The phone rings in the middle of your grocery run, an unknown number flashing on the screen. You almost let it go to voicemail, but something—habit, maybe, or a faint, foolish hope—makes you answer.

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