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Spiraling out of plan

Auteur: Mystical Pen
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Sienna’s POV

The house was finally quiet.

Not the peaceful kind of quiet—just the exhausted silence that settles in after a long day of pretending everything is fine. Maya and Milo were asleep, their bedroom door slightly open, nightlight glowing softly. Max had fallen asleep on the couch with a book on his chest, stubborn as always, refusing to go to bed until his eyes betrayed him.

I covered him with a blanket and brushed his hair back gently.

“Goodnight, my love,” I whispered.

I turned off the lights and walked into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as the weight of the day finally caught up with me. My phone sat on the table, face down. I hadn’t picked it up in over an hour.

I didn’t want to see Desmond’s name again.

The picture still burned behind my eyes. Him in that club. Relaxed. Smiling. Close to her. While I spent my Saturday holding myself together for three children who didn’t understand why their father was suddenly a ghost.

I poured myself a glass of water and dra
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