---I tried to remember.Ethan was still in the chair beside my bed, his hand near mine but not touching, giving me space. Down in the parking lot, Daniel's black SUV had just pulled back into view, carrying my husband, my friend, and my son."Tell me about Noah," I said, my voice raw. "If he is my son, tell me what he is like."Ethan looked at me carefully. "He loves dinosaurs. T-rex specifically. He hates peas. He draws all day, like you. He is shy around strangers but clings to people he loves."Dinosaur. Peas. Drawing. Nothing. My mind was white static, a clean empty room where a family should have been.I squeezed my eyes shut and forced it. I forced the memory of a small hand, a laugh, a bedroom, a crib. I was Maya Hayes. I was a mother. A mother should remember her child.Pain exploded behind my eyes.It was not a normal headache. It was sharp, white, like someone hammering a nail into my skull from the inside. I gasped and doubled over, hands clutching my head, the monitor scr
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