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... alone in this, Mom. Whatever happens, whatever mess comes next—you’ll never face it alone. I promise."
She nodded against my chest, and I felt the shift in the room like a physical thing: the suffocating heaviness that had pressed down since I walked through the door began to lift, replaced by something lighter. Warmer.
Something that tasted—impossibly—like the very beginning of joy.
"Peter?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you... are you happy? About this? ...
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