Scarlett’s POV.Leila’s tiny fingers curled around the edge of her onesie as I slipped her arm through the sleeve, her warm skin soft beneath my palms. She cooed at me, her little chest rising and falling in calm, steady breaths. The sound sent a wave of gratitude through me so fierce it nearly buckled my knees. Three weeks ago, I watched her fight for her life. Now she was kicking at me, impatient, as though she couldn’t stand another second of being still.James lay on the bed beside her, wiggling his legs so dramatically that his socks kept sliding off. I had already put them back on. Twice.“Why do you hate socks?” I muttered at him.He responded with a loud, enthusiastic gurgle.I was in the middle of pulling his sock back up for a third time when my phone buzzed. I grabbed it quickly, balancing James between my knees.“Miss Lemaire,” Ezra’s voice came through, clipped and formal as always. “Miss Olivia and Miss Helena are here to visit you.”Before I could respond, Olivia’s voic
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