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... a few strands of hair from his son’s forehead. Nathan slept soundly, arms curled around the stuffed lion he refused to part with, lips parted slightly in his dream-filled sleep.
Leonard leaned in and pressed a kiss gently to the boy’s temple. "Goodnight, little man," he whispered, his voice barely a breath.
He rose slowly, as though the floor might shatter beneath him if he moved too fast, and moved across the room toward the other bed. Maya lay curled under a pink blanket dotte ...
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