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for her, a tiny room for Cheryl painted pale yellow. Sunlight reached the kitchen table every morning. No shouting echoed through the walls. No footsteps thundered down the hall.

At night, Lily sometimes sat on the floor beside Cheryl’s crib and listened to the gentle rhythm of her daughter’s breathing, letting the quiet sink into her bones.

Work became continue reading …