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the only light in the master bedroom, b
rp, rhythmic cry pierced the sil
, a violent bird trapped in a cage. Her hand instinctively sw
d, undist
ch. She swallowed the bitter taste of it, pushing back the duvet. Her bare fe
of a forest. Mia glanced anxiously at the second crib. Thankfully, Maya was still sound asleep
ng up in distress. She rocked him, humming a low, shapeless
he hea
private elevat
ned around the baby, a protecti
even, lacking their usual confident cade
the nursery, shielded by t
s tie with a jerky, frustrated motion, pulling it free and tossing it onto t
e smell that
n stepped fully inside. The sharp, peat-smoke scent of expensive Scotch. And beneath it, clinging
ci
violently. She felt bi
ay. There was no warmth in his eyes. No guilt. Only a flicker of ann
tired," he said. His voice was ro
pered, though she didn't know why she was whispering. Maybe she didn't want to wake the realit
ive huff. He turned his back t
e muttered, loud enough for her to
tarted running, a loud hiss of water meant t
anket around him with lingering fingers. Her hands were trem
n the nightstand where he'd carelessly discarded it. The scree
ss of water she kept there. As she reached for th
e notif
der
ght, William. I don't know
ink. She felt her blood turning to slu
t of cedar soap-his scent. William walked out with a towel wrap
e phone. He didn't flinch. He walked over, pi
yr, Mia," he said, climbing i
said, gesturing to the pile of clothes
orting a friend who was having a breakdown. Not that you
repeated. The wo
to s
darkness. He rolled onto his side, putting his
a few inches, but it felt like an ocean. She stared at the ceiling, her finge
g to her husband's breathing even out, something inside her finally snapped. It wasn'
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