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I mumble as I glance over stuff decidedly much more pink than anything else I've ever looked at. Am I trying to buy her affection? It's a question anyone would ask themselves, but I feel like she'd talk more if we did something together. Decision made, I grab a container of crayons and a coloring book. Every kid loves to color - right? Taking everything up to the counter, I grab a bag of beef jerky and add it to my purchases. "A coloring book?" I answer with a chuckle. "Don't even ask. You wouldn't believe it if I told you."

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“I’ll make you a cup of tea.” “Yeah, come on tante,” Aria exclaimed, clutching Rose’s hand and pulling her into the living room. Rose willingly followed. She sat on the couch as the twins knelt around the coffee table to color. Surprisingly, the books were not the usual children’s coloring books. Instead, they were meant for adults, so the pictures were far more complicated and detailed. Even so, the twins seemed quite content as they focused on coloring. “Here you go,” Macey set down a plate of cookies and handed Rose a mug before sitting down with her own.

Her blanket, the one she had had since she was a baby. A few of her favorite clothes, and her coloring book. My hands shook as I pulled out the coloring book. I held it to my chest for a moment, then carefully opened it. The pictures in the first few pages were completely coloured. I flipped through slowly, looking at each picture. A wolf howling at the moon, colored in bright purple and orange. A wolf running through a forest. Two wolves playing together, one pink and one blue because according to her “wolves can be any color they want, Mommy.”

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