Cradling her
Amber stayed near the gate, her hands trembling slightly. She didn’t want to interrupt, didn’t want to break the fragile spell in front of her. Cora held Ivey close, stroking her gently as though this was something she’d done countless times before. The tenderness was overwhelming. Every small touch looked deliberate, practiced even. Amber blinked back tears, realizing she was witnessing a moment that felt less like chance and more like destiny.
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