At 2 A.M., a Hidden

the nursery doorway after Ava put Noah down. The room was dark except for the soft glow of the elephant night-light. The same night-light from before.

For a long time, I had wanted to throw it away.

Ava kept it.

When I asked why, she said, “Because she doesn’t get to own every memory.”

So it stayed.

Noah slept peacefully, one hand curled near his face.

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