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Chapter 16 

The cabinet is open and closed downstairs, the sound of someone frantically preparing breakfast. My brows furrowed, Joy and Saddie would never voluntarily prepare breakfast unless I paid for them and neither did my dad. So, that means it was my MOM! 

I tugged Ethan by his hand and dashed down the stairs towards the kitchen and Holy Moly. My mother stood in the kitchen and stirred something in the pot. I refused to look at the thing. 

My dad is across the two vacant seats which I assumed is for Ethan and myself. He was dressed in a white Adidas shirt and khakis, his happy mood attire. I grinned mentally. 

“Hey Honey,” He smiled,  lips thinned and gestured for us to sit.