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To be frank, Liv was neither a great mother or a great nurse. She was somewhere in the middle, coasting by on faux bursts of kindness. Or the last bit of kindness she had left in her for a world that let her down. For what it’s worth, she was nice enough. Being somewhere in the middle was perhaps better than being outside of the spectrum, floating aimlessly.

“How’s your head been?” Liv asks, flicking away a strand of golden hair that gets in her face. “Any pain? I know you complained about that last visit..”