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CHAPTER 7

Leah grunted in response, and I snatched the controller up and turned off the television.

“No! No! No! Conor! No!” Milka screeched, waving her arms frantically. “Noooo!”

I covered my eyes with my hand briefly. “Baby girl, you can dance later, okay?”

“No! Conor now! Noooow!”

Leah coughed. My head snapped around to her, and the second our eyes met, I knew she had just gotten the confirmation she was looking for. I took a deep breath and shook my head, telling her no, we’re still not talking, and grabbed Milka’s dolly.

“Come on. Into the stroller.”

She continued, screaming about “Conor now! Conor now, Mama!” I strapped her in and did a quick check of her bag to make sure I had everything I needed.

Leah followed us out of the door and I locked it behind us. The sun was getting hot above us, a beacon of brightness in a clear blue sky. For the first time in a long time, the view was unencumbered by skyscrapers and high-rises. It was pure and free and completely beautiful.

I breathed
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