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let out a long, soft breath. The kind you only hear when a child finally believes they’re safe.
Her body relaxed against mine. Within minutes she was asleep, one small hand still resting on my arm.
In that moment, something in me settled, too.
Our life might look different on paper someday. But the bond between us had held in the storm.
Finding a New Rhythm
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