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Peter’s cries pull me from my sleep. I roll over, but Cora is already up.
“Wait,” I tell her, trying my best to get out of bed quickly. It’s not even been twenty-four hours since she almost died. “Thomas said you can’t lift him.”
She turns to me in confusion. “I have to feed him.”
“I’ll help you,” I assure her as I lift our son into my arms.
It feels so good to hold him after everything that happened today. Yesterday. I don’t know what time it is. I wonder if he felt the moment he moved to second in line. I was only a bit older than him when I did, so I don’t know if I felt it. I brush his curls down and kiss his head before laying him on the table to change him. Thankfully, Cora lies back down.
“He really said I can’t lift him?” she asks.
“Yeah, did you not hear
