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ALMS TO LOVE CHAPTER 33

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The lock caught smoothly with the key being pushed in, and Fiona opened the door with one hand resting on her hip on Liza Liana and the other hand gripping a canvas bag containing medication and scripts. There was a whiff of fresh linen and drifting lavender entering, golden and cosy. Home.

For the first time in weeks, it wasn’t a hospital room she was stepping into. No antiseptic. No machines beeping. No dull gray walls. Just sunlight spilling across the hardwood floor and the sound of her daughter humming faintly against her shoulder.

“We’re back,” Fiona whispered, as if speaking too loudly might wake the dream.

Liza Liana blinked sleepily and murmured, “This smells like pancakes.”

Fiona smiled. “It smells like hope, baby. We’re home.”

She set Liza down gently on the couch, tucking her bunny under one arm and wrapping the pink throw blanket over her. The little girl immediately curled into the corner like it was the safest place in the world.

Fiona leaned forward and kissed her foreh
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    Jamaica's words were clinical, chosen to wound.“but if you make a move to take Candy by force, you will be arrested and the evidence will be used against you.”The threat hung in the air like a blade. For the first time since her carefully cultivated fury had become a social weapon, Marie felt fear. It was a small, hot thing that made nausea burn under her ribs.“You’ll rue this,” she rasped, fight flaring hot and foolishly. “You’ll all rue this.”“Perhaps,” Jamaica said softly, and in that was pity quieter than fury and infinitely colder. “But not for my family. For you.”The line went dead. Marie sagged against the window, the city tilting beneath her.She'd wanted war. She had thought it would look like headlines and stock blips and a crowd eating her words up like bread. Instead it had looked like a child bundled in someone else's arms and a woman's voice saying, plainly and irrevocably, that she was not fit to be trusted with her own daughter.The maid came in again, whispering,

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