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in warm, golden afternoon light.
Sarah was sitting on the thick, plush rug of the nursery. The room was no longer a symbol of Mark’s neglect; it had been painted a vibrant, glowing yellow, filled with sunlight and the soft melodies of a lullaby playing from a speaker. Lily, now a thriving, impossibly happy six-month-old infant, was pulling herself up continue reading …
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