Westley has always known Claire. She's always been a constant in his life, whether it be as his babysitter, his secret Santa, as his pretend-girlfriend, his confident, as the person he could always rely on.
But she's also always been the girl he lov...
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I'm fifty eight and today Marguerite would have been thirty years old.
We talk about the kid we lost often. Claire called her Marguerite. Daisies are her favourite flowers. It makes me sad to think about the fact that one of our kids is missing. We never knew her, but we can still love her.
Claire might have had another miscarriage but Marguerite was just different. Claire gave birth to her. She held her little body. Marguerite had little hair and little nails.
She has a grave.
She was the result of our first time together. I get so sad thinking we lost her, that I never got to hold her, even if it was just her still born body.
Claire likes to think about what she would have become.
Eloise is on the fast track to becoming a detective and Eliah is a foreign correspondent. Our kids didn't stray too far from the family business. We like to say that Marguerite would have become an acrobat or a tattoo artist. That she would have travelled the world and saved the polar bears.
We like to think she would have had my eyes and her mother's laugh.
