STACY “Keep him cool,” I instruct Natasha, handing her the damp cloth as I prepare to leave Daniel. “I need to check on my son.” Her eyes widen. “But I’m not trained for this,” she stammers, clearly overwhelmed. “Neither was I at first,” I say gently, placing a reassuring hand on hers even tho
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