“Look at the spare bedroom,” Jude said, his shoulders pulled back with pride. With a wave, Henri led us into a small room off the kitchen. “My brother Remy built the bookcases.” One wall was floor-to-ceiling bookcases and on the other was a beautiful crib. A rocking chair stood in the corner, flanked by baskets overflowing with toys and blankets. “Mom did some shopping.” Jude pulled the closet door open, revealing rows of brand-new baby clothes. “You didn’t have to do all this.” My voice was hoarse with emotion. It was incredible how quickly they’d gotten all this set up. We’d only been at
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