ETHAN'S POV

“Where’s my mummy?” the little voice asked, fragile and innocent, and for a moment I let the sound sit in the room. I looked down at her, at the tiny face that carried more of Lauren than any headline ever could and I felt nothing but a curious distance. She looked like Lauren, yes. The curl of her lip when she frowned, the way she blinked at the unfamiliar ceiling above her bed. But there was no mirror of me in her features, and that fact steadied something dark inside me.

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