She had prayed so long her knees knew the shape of the floor.At night, when the house was quiet and the glow of the phone had finally gone black, she would sit at the edge of her bed and talk to God the way lonely people do. Not with fine words. With need.“Send me a man who is not a boy,” she said.“Send me someone brave. Honest. Loyal. A man

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