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... room was quiet, save for the soft clinking of a spoon against porcelain as Juliet slowly ate her porridge. Her movements were weak, her body still recovering from the surgery, but she was determined to eat for the sake of her child.
Owen sat beside her, watching her carefully, his face unreadable. The stress of the past few days was evident in the dark circles under his eyes, his usual sharp demeanour dulled by exhaustion and worry.
Just then, there was a knock on the door before ...
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