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me anything,” I promised, my own voice shaking despite my desperate attempt to sound brave.
Emma squeezed her eyes shut, a tear leaking out and tracking down her pale cheek. She took a ragged, shuddering breath.
“The previous mama also stopped eating food,” Emma said.
The words hung in the quiet bedroom, heavy and suffocating.
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