Emily crouched beside the toy bin, watching Lizzie wobble toward her, arms outstretched and eyes shining. “You did it, baby!” she whispered, tears stinging her eyes as Lizzie took another shaky step. The living room was cluttered, dinner half-made, but in that moment, none of it mattered. Lizzie laughed—a high, bubbling sound—and fell into Emily’s arms. Emily held her tight. “We’re okay,” she breathed. “We’re okay.”
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