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not here to be your daughter, I’m here to save mine.
The world seemed to tilt.
I looked up at her again—really looked this time.
The same eyes.
The same stubborn set of her jaw.
Twenty years collapsed into a single breath.
“You’re… my—”
“I know who I am,” she interrupted. “That’s not why I’m here.”
The baby stirred weakly in my arms, letting out a fragile continue reading …
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