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Alaric’s POV
I stood crosslegged as I watched Francesca run ahead, her curls bouncing as she sprinted from the jungle gym to the swings. It was a good day for her, I could tell. She was laughing, smiling, so full of life that it almost made me forget the darkness we would be returning to.
Almost.
“Emilia, come push me!” Francesca called out, her voice cutting through my thoughts.
I glanced over at Emilia, who was standing a few steps away, her arms crossed as she watched us. Her expression softened when Francesca called for her, and she moved toward the swings without hesitation. Francesca grinned, practically leaping into the seat. Emilia positioned herself behind her, giving her a gentle push.
“Higher, Emilia!” Francesca squealed.
Emilia chuckled, obliging her request with a s
