28 août 2026

My new wife’s seven-year-old daughter burst into tears every time we were left alone together.

Harper nodded while clutching a stuffed fox missing one worn ear.

The moment the front door closed, the entire house seemed to exhale.

The tension that constantly tightened every room whenever Clara was home disappeared so completely it almost felt physical.

“Cereal?” I asked.

“Whatever you’re having,” Harper answered softly.

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