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Sunlight filtered through the windows, casting soft patterns on the floor. Everything was ready—the crib, the blankets, the tiny clothes neatly folded in drawers. They had spent weeks preparing, imagining this moment.
Amira carried the baby inside, her movements gentle but purposeful.
Daniel closed the door behind them, locking it out of habit.
He didn’t know why, but the sound of the lock clicking into place felt… important.
For a while, everything seemed normal again.
The baby slept peacefully, his tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm.