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Abigail sleeps
Everything seemed to be in order – the stuffed animals on the shelves, the changing table, the small rocking chair where she would nurse Abigail. But the sound was gone, and Linda felt a wave of relief wash over her. Perhaps it had just been her mind playing tricks on her. She stood there for a moment, watching her daughter’s chest rise and fall with each breath.
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