Rosalind arrived on a Thursday, ten days before her due date, in a hospital room lit by the particular gray light that comes before dawn. Elena would remember it afterward in pieces rather than a whole: the nurse's calm voice counting through each contraction, Adrian's hand gripped tight in hers, steady even when his knuckles went pale, and then, after everything, a small weight settling against her chest, warm and impossibly present.Adrian leaned over them both, his face doing something Elena had never quite seen before, something between disbelief and recognition. He didn't say anything for a long moment. He just reached out and touched Rosalind's hand with one finger, the way a person touches something they're afraid might not be entirely real yet."She's here," he said finally, as if confirming it to himself."She's here," Elena agreed, and felt the words land somewhere she hadn't expected, not as an ending to anything, simply as a fact now sitting quietly at the center of her li
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