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Lines at Home

Penulis: Sophie Kingston
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-04 19:21:01

Ava's POV

The kitchen smells like coffee and toast when I shuffle in the next morning, notebook tucked under my arm like a shield. Sunlight spills through the blinds, slicing across the worn wooden table where Dad—Coach Reynolds—sits with the sports section spread open in front of him. His reading glasses perch low on his nose, steam rising from the mug in his hand.

For a second, I just stood there in the doorway, watching him. He looks exactly like he does on the court: focused, immovable, a
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