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... eady warm against the curtains—and yet, there was no husband beside me. Only my son, sleeping soundly, his tiny breaths steady, peaceful. He was clingy even in sleep, just like Damon. The same posture, the same quiet possessiveness. I kissed his forehead and snuggled closer, indulging in that fragile stillness, when my phone blinked insistently.
I reached for it.
Hubby: I miss you. pleading emoji
Hubby: Next time, let’s send Sky to his great-grandparents. ...
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