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Chey’s POV I can’t stand the feeling of being so weak and exhausted that even the thought of sitting up is enough to tire me out, but here I am, forcing myself to be more alert because, not Geraldine, but my mother just brought me a tray of food. Patting the space beside me as a gesture for the woman to sit, I wait for her to make herself comfortable before resting my head in her lap. I’ve never been this close to my mother, and I can tell that she was, at least, at first, surprised by my actions, but after a few awkward seconds, she begins gently smoothing my hair. “Twins?” She whispers, prompting me to smile, not because I’m happy, but if I’m lucky, I’ll have a son and a daughter. That way, I’ll never have to do this for Liam again. “Mommy…” My voice is still weak, but because we’re
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