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Chloe took a moment to center herself, then walked toward the wardrobe. She leaned in close to the heavy oak doors and whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "Liam Jr., it’s Chloe. I'm..."

Auntie? Mother? Stepmother?

The titles felt heavy and premature. She caught herself and pivoted. "Liam Jr., do you remember me? We met last night. I held you, remember?"

Silence.

"Liam Jr.