“Sign the Shares First,” My Parents Ordered While I Held My Newborn—Then My Son’s Father Opened the Hospital Door – Welcome

standing nearby when you wore it.”

I smiled.

That sounded exactly like Margaret Bennett.

“So what are you doing with it?”

“Keeping it.”

“Why?”

Sophie thought for a moment.

Then she smiled.

“Because I made it before I knew I was good.”

I had to look away.

When I turned back, Sophie was already focused on the machine again.

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