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Book 2: Chapter 90: The Name

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I did not answer immediately.

I looked down at her. She was so small. She fit across my chest in the exact shape her body had learned inside mine over the last thirty two weeks, and she was breathing, evenly, in the specific quiet rhythm of a person who had not yet been in the room long enough to be surprised by anything, and I understood, holding her, the specific thing I had understood at three in the morning about who she was going to be named for.

"Vivienne."

Ethan looked at me.

He did not
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