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In fact, those two look nothing alike. It

was wishful thinking.

I nod. “It’s quite alright, ma’am.”

Her baby looks at me with curious

eyes, like her mother. The color is

different, but the truth behind them, the

same, and she reaches for me. I shy

away from her touch. She frowns, and

her gaze turns wary. Suspicious little

brat.