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Lily was feeding Cheryl oatmeal, her movements slow and deliberate, refusing to acknowledge the tension curling through the room.

“So,” Gloria said at last, lowering herself into a chair. “You’ve decided to be independent.”

Lily kept her eyes on her daughter. “She likes it warmer,” she murmured, blowing gently on the spoon.

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