Why is it, Margot wondered, we imagine people we love dying. As she held Roland, she saw him die a thousand times in a multitude of different ways. Perhaps this wasn’t a common feeling but she’d hardly ask people about something like that— they’d think she was crazy. Ever since she found out that he might not be her grandson, she imagined having to give…
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