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The next morning at Bryce’s home….Edna sat on the edge of little Keira’s bed, carefully tying the laces of her glittery pink sneakers.“Hold still, sweetie. We don’t want one shoe tighter than the other,” she said with a gentle chuckle as Keira dangled her legs, wiggling her toes with delight.“But it tickles when you touch my toes like that.” Keira giggled, bouncing a little.She was already dressed in her neat sky-blue school uniform, her backpack sitting and waiting by the door.“You're too ticklish, that's all,” Edna smiled, smoothing Keira’s soft curls with careful hands. Keira giggled, staring down at Edna.There was a fondness in Edna's gaze, the kind that came not from obligation, but genuine affection.Edna had worked in Bryce’s home for years, seen all kinds of people come in and go. But this little girl was different. Not just because she was her boss's daughter though.The child had a way of warming the quiet halls with her laughter, filling the house with a life Edna h
“Princess,” Bryce called softly, nudging Keira’s shoulder, “Why don’t you go grab your storybook? You can show your Mom the new one you picked last night.”Keira hesitated, glancing between her mom and dad, then she nodded and slid off his lap. “Okay!”As soon as her tiny footsteps disappeared down the hallway, silence returned. It was even heavier now, as Kimberly and Bryce stared at each other through the screen.Neither of them spoke at first.Then finally, Bryce broke the quiet as he said: “She misses you.”He said it out loud before he could even stop himself.He didn't want Kimberly to know that Keira was missing her presence badly, even when he knew he didn't need to tell Kimberly about it.Kimberly looked down briefly, then back at him. “I miss her too. Every second.”“You could’ve called.” Bryce said.“I didn’t think I was allowed to,” she replied gently, a hint of sadness in her voice.Bryce’s jaw tightened. He couldn’t argue. He hadn’t exactly made it easy for her.“I didn’
Cindy was so happy Keira's school didn't hesitate to help out when she rushed down there to help her friend out of the mess Clara was trying to get her into.Thank goodness the school wasn't that far too.The room fell eerily silent after Cindy's words.Every eye in the room focused only on her and the small flash drive now held between her fingers like a loaded weapon.Clara took a cautious step back, the fake limp suddenly less convincing. One of the officers almost caught that, but Clara being a sly fox, was quick to hife it again.She couldn't even believe Cindy was here.No, she couldn't believe Kimberly and Cindy were still friends up till date.She had never expected to see these two women again in her life, especially Cindy.But of course she found Kimberly again.... and now Cindy too?The lead officer raised a brow, asking, “What the hell is going on?”“I think you should ask this pretender here,” Cindy's voice was filled with fury as she said that, turning to glare at Clara
Kimberly took off her heels the moment she stepped into the apartment, letting out a long breath of relief. She had just returned from work. Actually, she had just gotten free from today's headache. Today had been one of the most exhausting days of her life. From Clara's encounter in the morning, to meeting Sienna. God, could today get any worse? “Ugh, finally,” she muttered, tossing her bag onto the couch. “My feet are going to sue me one day.” From the kitchen, Cindy peeked her head out when she heard Kimberly's voice. “You’re back early.” “Early?” Kimberly laughed, walking in to grab a bottle of water. “It’s almost seven.” “Well, in your world, that’s early.” Cindy grinned and pushed a bowl of ice cream toward her. “Want some?” It wasn't long ago Cindy got home too. Kimberly quickly grabbed a spoon and flopped onto the couch as they both returned to the living room. “Don’t mind if I do. My brain is actually on fire.” They sat in silence for a moment, just eatin
When Sienna averted her gaze and walked past her, Kimberly finally let out the breath she hadn't even realized she was holding.She swallowed hard, her heart still pounding in her chest.Had Sienna heard of the news? Was that why she was here?Oh God.Kimberly tightened her grip on her handbag, forcing her legs to move. She couldn't afford to fall apart. Not now.With one last glance over her shoulder, she turned and headed to the fitting room. But even behind the closed door, she could still feel it.... the weight of Sienna's presence lingering like a storm cloud.What was going to happen now that she was here?What would happen when she saw Keira..... in Bryce's house?God.Kimberly’s stomach knotted at the thought.She had to protect her child. If that meant taking Keira back with her immediately, she’d do it. She’d convince Bryce.... whatever it took. They were doing just fine without him, and even now, they could still do perfectly okay.She didn’t want trouble. She hadn’t retur
Clara came up choking, gasping for air, her once-flawless makeup smeared and dripping. Her pastel-pink dress clung to her skin, soaked through, and her fake lashes dangled like broken wings.“You’re finished, I swear!” she coughed, spitting out the filthy water. “You’re so finished, Kimberly!”Kimberly stood over her, chest heaving. Her voice came out low and deadly. “Next time you mention my daughter with your filthy mouth, I’ll make sure you don’t have the voice to talk again.”Her hands were trembling seriously. Not with fear, but with fury that hadn’t quite settled.Clara collapsed against the restroom wall, coughing and shivering.Kimberly didn’t spare her another glance. She turned to the mirror, adjusted her blouse, and smoothed her hair, then met her own gaze.Behind her, Clara struggled to stand. She slipped once on the slippery floor, but caught herself, then grabbed her handbag and stumbled toward the door like a soaked, wounded animal.“I’ll report this,” she hissed, her v