ARIAThe morning comes in gray and quiet.Hazel wakes at 6 AM, announcing herself with the cheerful indiscriminate energy of someone who doesn't understand jet lag, emotional exhaustion, or the concept of sleeping in. Dante gets her before I can even move, returning fifteen minutes later with a fed, changed, fully operational baby who is delighted to see both her parents in the same room."Dada," Hazel announces, patting his face with her both hands."Yes. Dada's home." He catches her wandering fingers before they reach his eye. "Careful, love.""Mama." She turns to me with equal enthusiasm, reaching across the bed."Hi, sweetheart." I take her, settling her between us. She immediately begins a comprehensive inspection of my hair, my necklace, the buttons on my pajama top.This is what Vivienne will never have.Not because she couldn't have...she could have built a life, found love, created something real if she'd chosen differently. But she spent every resource she had trying to take
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