Chapter 19 Beneath the moonlight

Novalyn’s POV)

The barn was quiet again. The cries had faded into soft breaths, the air still carrying the faint, sweet scent of hay and life. Maisey lay on a heap of blankets, her newborn nestled against her chest. I stayed for a moment longer, brushing the straw from my overalls, pretending I was...

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