Chapter 88

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• The sound of laughter echoed off the pastel walls of the nursery. It was soft, light like something from a time before any of this. Before truths began to surface, before questions buried themselves into my chest like thorns.
• Emily was clinging to my leg, a blanket wrapped around her neck like a cape. Natasha was sprawled across the floor drawing princesses with horns and capes her latest obsession. And Jenna sat cross-legged on the rug, hair messy from the morning, giggling as she held up a half-dressed doll, its missing shoe clutched between two fingers.