The next three days slipped by like a shadow, each day slipping into a routine that felt suspiciously comfortable. Amy got up at six-thirty, fixed Theo’s bottle, and spent those early, golden hours with him in the nursery. He was gradually beginning to know her voice. Whenever she walked in, he’d whip his head around, squealing like she was the best thing he’d seen all day. She sang silly songs while she changed him, doodled quick cartoons on her tablet when they played on the floor, and caught herself smiling more than she had in months. The money was already starting to make an impact on her life, too. She cleared her biggest overdue bill from the first advance of her monthly salary, and, for the first time in ages, she could actually breathe without that constant threat of eviction breathing down her neck.But still, the real tension for her slipped in between the routines, where the silence between her and Damien hung heavy.He never stayed out or away for too long. Mos
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