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... vening breeze kept outside the window.
In the bedroom, only a gentle floor lamp was lit, casting a warm, dusky glow reminiscent of the last rays of sunset—warm, but not scorching.
Tanya Sinclair sat by Joy’s bedside, silently watching over her daughter, with one hand resting on Joy’s shoulder, half hugging her.
Tanya shut her eyes pretending to sleep, but she was sleeping lightly; if her daughter showed any unease, she would gently pat her, soothing her without a sound. < ...
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