Vivienne POV

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Liam had built the fort out of three couch cushions and the good throw blanket from the den, and he was crouched inside the gap he’d left for a door when I came down the last step.

“Mommy, you have to come in,” he said. “But you have to knock first. That’s the rule.”

I got down on my knees on the rug and knocked on the cushion. “Knock knock. Is this the famous fort?”

“It’s a castle,” he said, very serious. “Forts don’t have kings.”

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