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Pancakes

Author: Lost in love
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-30 09:20:57

*Kiera*

I pour the last of the pancake batter into the sizzling pan, the sweet aroma wafting through the kitchen, mingling with the anticipation buzzing in the air. Just as I flip the first pancake, Will reenters, his presence filling the room like the rising sun. He leans against the doorframe, the morning light casting a warm glow around him, but the tiredness in his eyes still betrays the sleepless night he had.

“Hey, just a heads up,” he says, his voice breaking through my focus. “Tina Jensen will be here in about twenty minutes.”

My brow furrows as I set the spatula down. “Who’s Tina Jensen?” I ask, my curiosity piqued and my heart quickening, wondering if I missed so ething here, or if he forgot to tell me.

Will pushes off the wall, stepping closer to the counter, the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “She’s a in home nurse… a really good one. She also has a degree in working with kids who have experienced trauma.”

“Trauma?” I repeat, the weight of that word sinki
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