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nurse and the only person my grandfather trusted with Ethan while I was in court.
When she saw me, she smiled.
“You’re back,” she said.
I stepped inside.
Ethan was asleep in a portable crib in the living room, his tiny fists curled like he was holding onto something important.
My chest tightened.
I walked to him and touched his cheek gently.
Warm.
Alive.
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