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Chapter Nine

Author: PaloMack. S.
last update publish date: 2026-04-01 01:58:24

The first time I saw Chloe’s face, I didn’t cry.

I was too exhausted for tears—my body raw, shaking. It was 3:14 a.m. in a small hospital ward that smelled of disinfectant and rain. Sarah was asleep next to me, the plastic chair creaking with each shallow breath.

The nurse handed me the bundle.

Chloe was small, red-faced, and already loud enough to challenge the coastal wind. She wasn’t delicate.

She was a riot.

“You have your mother’s stubborn jaw,” I whispered, tracing her face with a finger
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