over his face and gave me a tired smile.
“He has nightmares,” Garrett said. “You know that.”
“But he said he heard his baby sister cry.”
“Children misremember trauma.”
Garrett came into the nursery and rested both hands on my shoulders. His touch was warm, steady, familiar.
“Delphine,” he said, “please don’t dig into old pain. Claire died.
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