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Good Night (1)

Author: Choux Pastry Heart
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”Mama!” Ash cried out.

Lavinia drew back a little, surprised. Ash was still lying flat on the bed but she had tightened her grip around Lavinia’s hands. Her eyes looked sad and relieved, she had the expression of a child who had just woken up from a nightmare, relieved to find a parent by their side.

“Mama?” Ash asked, this time sounding less sure.

Lavinia merely patted Ash’s hand. She wasn’t sure how to respond, so she chose to keep quiet. Saying “yes” would have been easy and assuring, but ultimately confusing, whereas an outright “no” would have seemed dismissive, perhaps even insulting. She thought it better for the girl to answer her own question.

Ash focused her eyes on the dark-haired woman who was holding her hand. She had emerged from her sleep convinced that this woman was her mother, but she clearly she wasn’t. This was Hunter’s mother, not hers.

As her vision focused on the woman's face, realization set. Ash felt tears start to pool in her eyes. Hunter’s mother kept pattin
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