The room was dark, save for a night-light in the corner that was just bright enough to illuminate every feature of Hannah’s face. She lay content in my arms, as if she’d finally arrived at the place she was meant to be. We looked at each other for the longest time, until her gaze wandered up toward something unseen that had entered the room. I felt it too. A presence had joined us, and I knew at once it was Dominique. A rush of warmth washed over me, and maybe over Hannah, too, because she made a tiny sound that might have been her first giggle, or could have been her way of saying hello to
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