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He went into their room. Max was curled on his side, his sleeping face buried in his hands. Sophia lay awake. She was sprawled on her back, their mother's dress flat against her body, the skirt folds draped down between her knees outlining the full length of her legs, and her face, polished to glass by the sweat of a nightmare, seemed not to recognize Grant at all. Her eyes followed him to the bedside. He took her burning hand from her belly and held it. The fingers lay limp in his and then her eyes closed and the fingers tightened, crushing Grant's bones together against his skin. His heart gulped blood. Max stirred. Grant released her and turned and went out to the truck to wait.