Vivienne POV

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The hallway light spilled soft yellow across Liam’s bedroom floor as I tucked the blanket under his chin. He smelled like baby shampoo and the faint sweetness of the chocolate pancakes Clara had slipped him earlier. His eyelids fluttered, heavy with sleep, but his small hand still clutched mine.

“Mommy, will you stay till I’m all the way asleep?” he mumbled, voice thick.

“Always, baby.” I brushed the curls from his forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, the ...