The nursery on the third floor of the combined Willow Street brownstone was a tranquil, sun-drenched sanctuary of honey-colored oak, reclaimed cedar beams, and soft linen. Genevieve had personally hand-painted the ceiling mural: an accurate astronomical chart of the northern constellation as it had appeared on the night the Hudson Spire was topped out, with tiny fiber-optic pinpricks of light that softly glowed like stars when the room grew dark.…
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