The Truth Lily Knew
And then, something strange happened.
It began with something small.
Too small for anyone else to notice.
But not for Maya.
That morning, as she gently adjusted the blanket over Lily, the baby stirred—not with panic, not with the restless cries that had defined her nights—but with a soft, sleepy movement.
Her tiny hand reached out.
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