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“I’m Noah,” Molly corrects him.

Noah giggles. “No, you Mommy.”

Shaking her head, Molly sighs and holds the door open wide. “You might as well come on in, Ava.”

“Thanks.” I follow her into the little apartment. It’s small but nice—clean and tidy, with the modern industrial flair of exposed brick and piping overhead. Noah stops in the living room, a space with a couch and a chair