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The Joy Of Fatherhood

作者: Mayemura Special
last update 公開日: 2025-12-17 00:19:33

Adrian’s POV

That night, Kayla did not ask for the nightlight. She had asked for it every night since she arrived, sometimes twice, sometimes with trembling fingers, sometimes already crying before the request left her mouth.

The light had been her talisman, a weak sun against the dark where memories lived. Miguel had told me not to take it away. Let her release it herself, he had said. Control taken is trauma repeated. Control chosen is healing.

So when she climbed into bed and simply lay the
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