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Singer
74 days with Miles
Regina looked tired. Her eyes were puffy, and her hair was loosely pulled back, but parts of it were coming out of the ponytail, crimped-looking, not straight like the rest, lying limply against her skin.
She smiled when they came in. “Hey, baby. Hi, guys.” This time she didn’t swoop in to grab Miles. She waved. Jake went to sit beside her on the two-seater, and Regina reached out to touch Miles’s cheek.
He didn’t hold up his hands to her like he did to Marie. Miles was in silent observer mode. Singer watched his responses, wondering what he sensed when he looked at his mother.
“So he’s one now. You’re a great big one-year-old, Miles.” She played with his fingers, which grabbed at hers and never captured them. “Did I tell you Miles means ‘warrior’? Regina
