„Blair, sweetie, wake up,“ Mia said, softly stroking Blair's hair and gently pushing her shoulder. „Come on, pumpkin.“
„Mommy?“ Blair moaned, still asleep.
„We're going to go to aunt Catherine so we can spend some time with her. Come on, hurry up,“ Mia responded.
Blair stretched and blinked. „But it's late,“ she complained.
Mia swallowed the lump in
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