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Isla's POV

I rocked gently in the chair, Luca's soft weight a soothing rhythm against the turmoil churning inside me. His tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my blouse, his gummy smile flashing up at me as he babbled incoherently, a string of "ba-ba-da" that melted away some of the knots in my...

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