At 2 A.M., a Hidden

truth.

I wanted to crush it.

Rachel told me to wait.

Ava surprised me.

She was sitting in the breakfast nook in one of my sweatshirts, Noah asleep in a bassinet beside her. Pale winter light filled the kitchen. She had barely spoken all morning.

Then she said, “Release the recordings.”

I looked at her.

“Only if you’re sure.”

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