Caroline's Point of ViewI fold Liam’s tiny jacket and place it on the bottom shelf of the built-in wardrobe. It still smells like strawberries and grass. There’s a faint ketchup stain on the cuff I missed in the wash, but it makes me smile, even now. The Hill mansion may be enormous, cold in places, full of old wood and heavier silences—but this room is starting to feel like ours. Little by little. Drawer by drawer.“Ma’am, please,” one of the maids says gently from the doorway, wringing her hands as she glances at the pile of suitcases beside me. “We’ll take care of that. You really don’t have to trouble yourself.”I glance back at her and chuckle softly. “It’s fine, really. I need the movement. It’s practically exercise.” I shoot her a reassuring smile, wiping the light sheen of sweat from my brow. “If I stay still too long, I start overthinking again.”She opens her mouth, maybe to argue, but I cut her off with a playful, “How about turning on the TV instead? I need background noi
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