Paige. One minute I was staring at the ceiling, listening to the soft hum of the baby monitor on my nightstand, replaying the last call from the night before, and the next, darkness swallowed everything up. The fuzzy static from the baby monitor drags me back to consciousness.It’s not loud, just that soft, scratchy sound that tells me Kyla is awake and moving. My eyes flutter open slowly, my body warm under the covers, my mind lagging behind reality. For a second, I don’t move. I just lie there, staring at the pale morning light slipping through the curtains, trying to piece together where I am and what day it is, then it hits me. Everything from last night, cooking dinner, the candles and then the phone callMy hand immediately reaches for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lights up, almost blinding me. 7:56 AM. There are no missed calls or messages at all. Not even a single notification. A small, sharp ache forms in my chest, but I swallow it down before it can grow into s
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