PART 2 — “MY FIVE SONS ALREADY LOVE YOU”
June eased herself into the wooden chair near the stove, one hand braced at the small of her back. The cottage smelled of yeast and rosemary. Outside, the wind worried at the shutters like an impatient child.
“You’re not too busy?” June asked.
“I’m never too busy for a restless baby,” Brynna replied, …
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