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messy, eyes sleepy.
“I heard Santa,” she whispered.
I smiled. “Did you?”
She nodded seriously. “Or maybe the heater.”
“Probably the heater.”
She held up her blanket. “Can you stay for one minute?”
I climbed in beside her.
She curled against me, warm and breathing easily.
For a while, we listened to the quiet house.
No alarms.
No machines.
No shouting.
No demands.continue reading …
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