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Maya hadn’t dared to ask whether her mother had loved her. She was too afraid of hearing an answer that would have broken something inside her. 

Lawrence stood quietly beside her. They both looked at the figure glowing within the snow globe. 

Now, finally, he had the chance to tell her. 

“She loved you most of all. 

“Out of everyone in the world, she loved you most.” 

His voice carried no hesitation whatsoever. 

The certainty in those words nearly undid her completely. 

The truth was, she’d never truly doubted her mother’s love. Not even once. Not even without having ever laid eyes on her. 

Maya’s eyes burned. She pressed her fingers against them, tucked the emotion away, held the snow globe tightly to her chest, and reached out to take his hand with her free one. 

“I have something for you too! 

“Will you come inside with me?” 

Lawrence pulled his gaze from the snow globe. “Me?” His voice lifted slightly, edged with quiet uncertainty. “Am I allowed to?” 

He didn’t want to intrude. 

He didn’t know much about the Clarks, with all their strangeness and intensity. 

He’d always wondered a little about how they actually operated, what life with them looked like up close, and whether Maya was ever pushed around among them. 

Maya didn’t spend nearly as long thinking about it as he did. She gathered herself, smiled, and said, “Mom won’t mind at all. Come on.” 

She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door before he could say another word. 

The house was warm. 

The soft amber light wrapped around everything and made it feel gentle, unhurried, like a place where time moved a little slower. 

He followed her inside. 

In the living room, George and Alfred were still at it, and both of them turned at exactly the same moment when Maya walked in pulling a small boy behind her. 

George recovered first. He looked Lawrence up and down with undisguised curiosity, his eyes going slightly 

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“Wait, are you two twins? I’ve never seen siblings look this much alike.” 

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Alfred drifted over and positioned himself beside George, studying Lawrence in silence. 

Lawrence didn’t volunteer anything. He just curved his eyes into a quiet smile and held Alfred’s gaze. 

Two boys, one expressionless, one with warm eyes and a gentle curve at the corners of his mouth, and neither of them said a word. 

“Mom,” Maya called out, setting the snow globe down with careful precision before pulling Lawrence toward the kitchen. 

She eased the door open just enough to peek her head through, her voice going soft and a little tentative. 

“It’s my birthday today. Is there room for one more?” 

Wendy turned around, took one look at her daughter’s pleading expression, and laughed. “Of course there is.” 

Maya’s eyes lit up. She pushed the door open and waved Lawrence in behind her. 

Wendy followed her gaze, and the moment she saw the boy, her hands stilled. 

Thomas’ son. 

She remembered this child. 

“You two share a birthday, don’t you?” Wendy said, setting her knife down with an easy, natural tone. “You should celebrate it here together. The cake we got is more than big enough.” 

With permission secured, Maya bounced forward like a little puppy and planted two quick kisses on Wendy’s cheek. “Thank you, Mom!” 

Raymond leaned against the counter, one eyebrow lifting slightly. He didn’t say anything. His gaze lingered on the two children for just a moment before sliding away. 

After both children had left the kitchen, Wendy slid the door shut behind them. 

She picked her knife back up, her voice carrying a note of quiet wonder. “Every time I see those two together, there’s something almost surreal about it. They look so alike.” 

She tilted her head toward Raymond. “But how did he actually get out? Thomas has to keep a close eye on his only son. He’s only seven. There’s no way Thomas just let him walk out the door.” 

Something about it didn’t quite add up. 

Raymond was working through the vegetables, his movements unhurried, his head slightly bowed. “It might be because I had Thomas hospitalized,” he said, his tone completely flat. 

He added, into Wendy’s stunned silence, “He didn’t die. Whoever upgraded the vehicle’s reinforcement did 

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Raymond hadn’t had much of a childhood himself, but he understood what a normal child actually needed. 

Under Wendy’s expression, which had shifted somewhere between disbelief and amusement, he set the prepped vegetables into the basin and straightened up. “I think most people, whether they’re kids or adults, want to spend their birthday with whoever matters most to them.” 

So he’d simply given Lawrence a hand. 

“Raymond.” 

He looked up. 

Wendy crossed the kitchen in two steps and threw her arms around him. 

“My love!” She pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. “When did you get this emotionally intuitive?” 

She held on tightly, completely overwhelmed. “I genuinely thought you were a robot for years.” 

Raymond looked down at the woman in his arms. 

She was always like this. Throwing herself fully into everything, wearing every feeling directly on her face, vivid in a way that was almost, at times, startling. 

Wendy, when you really looked at her, was not so different from him. 

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No reverence for life. No apologies for who she was. 

She wasn’t a good person, not by any conventional measure. 

But to him, she was something else entirely. 

She was like a thin beam of borrowed light reaching down into a place that had no bottom. 

False light. Unreal, and not quite warm enough. 

But even false light was something real when it landed in your open hand. 

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