At eight-fifteen in the morning, Avery pushed open the door to Dorothea’s room.The little girl had only just woken up. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, rubbing her slightly swollen eyes. Dorothea blinked slowly, her wide pupils still trying to find their focus in the morning dimness."Mommy," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. "It's Saturday today. There's no school."Avery knelt by the side of the mattress, reaching out to gently stroke her daughter’s soft cheek. "I know, sweetie. But we have to go out for a bit today."Dorothea tilted her head curiously. "Where are we going?""To pick up your Uncle Julian," Avery said softly. "And then, we are going to a place that is much warmer than this."As she spoke, Avery reached into the wardrobe and pulled out a thick, windproof cloak, gently draping it over Dorothea’s shoulders. She guided the little girl’s arms through the sleeves.Halfway through putting it on, Dorothea tilted her head up. Her dark eyes locked onto Avery'
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