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Chantale could not hear, but she could feel. Her indignancy was soothed, her cries settling down into heated grumbling, then gentle whispers of a sleepy babe.

Her mother’s voice created vibrations. Chantale felt them beneath her feet, in her chest, gentle. She rested her head against her mother’s belly, her brain slipping away into quiet sleep.