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[Olivia’s pov]The hospital room was quiet in that strange, heavy way only hospitals could ever be.Muffled voices behind closed doors.I sat propped against the pillows, staring blankly at the rain-speckled window across from my bed. It was still dark outside.Not fully night anymore, but not yet morning either.Nina was asleep on the small sofa near the wall, curled awkwardly beneath the thin hospital blanket she had stolen from somewhere. One arm dangled over the edge, her hair falling across her face.Even in sleep, she looked exhausted.She had refused to leave. Mallory had tried convincing her to go home and rest. She’d nearly bitten Mallory’s head off.Mallory herself had gone to the nursing area twenty minutes ago to check on my daughter. A tiny person existed because of me. The thought should have made warmth bloom inside me.And part of it did.But another part hurt so deeply it almost eclipsed everything else.Because Carter hadn’t come.Not once.Not after the delivery.No

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[Carter’s pov]I sat alone in the lounge, half-slouched in the leather armchair, a glass of whiskey loose in my hand.I tipped the glass back again.The burn hit hard, sliding down my throat like liquid punishment.I deserved it.The bottle was nearly empty.It didn't matter.Nothing was touching the ache hollowing out my chest. I hadn’t gone to the hospital. Not because I didn’t want to.I had spent three hours sitting in my car outside the private maternity entrance, gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.But Pierce had made himself very clear.If I came near Olivia, he’d have security remove me.And if somehow I got past him, Olivia herself would probably order them to throw me out.The thought twisted something ugly inside me. My daughter was born tonight. I hadn’t held her. Hadn’t seen her. Didn’t even know what she looked like.And every second that passed made the distance between us feel less temporary and more permanent.I downed the rest of the whiskey.

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[Olivia’s pov]Nina had given up her spot beside my bed hours ago and collapsed into the armchair with her arms crossed, head tilted awkwardly against the cushion. Mallory had ended up on the small couch again, one arm hanging off the edge like she’d fallen asleep mid-sentence and simply never recovered.Even in sleep, they looked like they were still guarding me.The thought made something warm tug faintly in my chest.I sat propped against the pillows, my daughter asleep in the bassinet beside me.A soundless kind of miracle.I still couldn’t believe she existed. That she was here, that she was safe, that I was still here too.The door opened softly. I turned instinctively, expecting a nurse.Instead—“Hah.” Homer stepped in like he owned the place. “You bitch of a mother!” He joked. He paused in the doorway, hands on his hips, and scanned the room with exaggerated disapproval. Then his gaze landed on me. “Why are you crying again?”I blinked.My hand instinctively touched my chee

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