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room, numb. Eleanor was beside her, her usually formida

er hand. She dialed Ethan's n

patient, background chatter audible.

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ugh with emotion. She'd already made calls, her influence stirrin

than would come later, through

nd Eleanor. The small, identical urns felt imp

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vernous, echoing

was no

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baby shower had been a lot. The upcoming birth was a b

Eleanor through a

filled with a cold fury. "He will

on the two small urns. Her heart f