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Chapter 44

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Lena's POV

Ethan's cry cut through my half-asleep haze at two AM. I rolled out of bed, already moving before I was fully conscious.

He was hungry. Again. Always hungry.

I lifted him from the bassinet, settled into the chair by the window, and let him feed while I stared out at the dark estate grounds.

A week of this. Seven days of broken sleep, constant feeding, learning his different cries, hungry versus tired versus just wanting to be held.

I was getting better at it. Faster. More confident.

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