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Chapter 8: Take What Belongs to You

مؤلف: Sarah John
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-02 17:38:48

Valentina POV

The nurse at the village clinic let me stay for exactly two days after Matteo was born. On the third morning, Rosalba handed me my small canvas bag, patted my shoulder with a heavy, sympathetic sigh, and told me I needed to make room for the next woman.

When I walked back through the front door of the Esposito house, the baby was wrapped in the small, coarse blanket Marta had given me. My body was a hollow ache. Every step felt like my insides were shifting, and the stitches betwe
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