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Obsession Becomes Hatred

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 21:11:45

KIER'S POV:

I throw my glass against the wall. It shatters into a hundred pieces, glittering on the floor like broken stars. The whiskey stains the wallpaper, dark and spreading, and I watch it drip down onto the baseboards and I do not care.

My thoughts went to Sable. About the daughter she took with her when she left, the daughter who was never mine, the daughter who was just another lie in a long line of lies.

She stood in my doorway with a suitcase in one hand and the baby in the other,
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What food doe Kier thornwell eat so we don't give it to our sons, cause wtf is this?,
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