She looked at me, and the expression on her face made my chest tighten. It wasn’t relief. Not fully. It was fear first, like she didn’t know which version of this moment she was about to get—help or dismissal.
My mother answered for her. “She’s overtired. I told her to lie down, but she insists on doing everything herself and then acting like a martyr.”
“I saw the camera,” I said.
The room went still.
My mother’s hands froze over the baby blanket. Lily closed her eyes.
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