The Doll That Carried Our Family’s Secret

I couldn’t afford the brand-new talking doll Clara begged for, so I chose a second-hand one from a dusty thrift shop. It looked innocent enough — vintage dress, soft curls, and bright blue eyes that sparkled in the dim light. Clara’s smile lit up the room the moment she named her Rosie, but the joy…
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