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“I already looked under there,” Delia protested,
deciding that maybe it was still worth a second
look, just to be sure. Met with the same results
once again, her head fell into her hands as she
sat down in a huff on the edge of her bed. “Now
what am I supposed to do? What if I never find
him? What if he’s lost forever?”

“Oh, Delia,” Teddy sighed. “Don’t be so dramatic.”
She knew it was futile, though — when an eight
year-old believed her beloved stuffed friend had
all but disappeared,  Teddy  knew there was no
reasoning  with  her.  Strangely,  though,  Teddy 
found  herself  wondering  whether her daughter
had inherited  her  flair for blowing things so out 
of   proportion;  it  left  reminders  of  what  she 
missed most about Henry —— his unwavering 
steadfastness that had been her only source of
relief.