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MOTHER TREE

We appear in, of all places, my bathroom, right next to the mirror. The space is decked out, of course, with marble walls and a top of the line Jacuzzi tub. But it’s not exactly spacious, squishing Aya and I together. “After you,” I say, clearing my throat and gesturing to the door. She nods and walks out, Duke and Theo following at her heel. I go next