Chapter 51

  Wren

  Quincy holds up two similar onesies in different colours. "What do you think?"

  "Hm." I squint. "Definitely purple."

  "You don't like pink?" She pouts, brows raised.

  "I do—you know what? Let's get both."

  Her head bobs on an excited nod, and she stuffs both in the cart.

  When Quincy c...

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