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Mute 7

Penulis: Queen Medusa
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-11 03:53:11

**KAGURA’S POV**

I should have grabbed a real jacket before I let Aamon talk me into sneaking out.

I rubbed my arms hard, trying to generate any warmth as we walked along the quiet residential street. All I had managed to slip on were the thin slippers by my bed. The winter air cut straight through the borrowed jean jacket he had given me.

Aamon noticed. He pulled the jacket tighter around my shoulders, then, when I still shivered, slid an arm around me and drew me against his side. The heat th
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    AAMON’S POV**Kelvin bounced happily on my legs while I made faces at him. In the corner of my eye I saw Kagura holding my phone out. I settled the little boy on my lap, kept one arm around him, and took the phone with my free hand.**Kelvin isn’t my son. He’s my brother.**The words didn’t register at first. The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the table with a sharp crack. The screen spider-webbed instantly.“Crap,” I muttered, staring at the broken glass. Then the meaning hit me fully. My head snapped up.“He… isn’t your son?”Kagura nodded and gave me a look that clearly said *obviously*.“But you act so… motherly with him. The way he clings to you, the way you look at him—I just assumed—”I couldn’t finish. Confusion tangled every thought. She only shrugged, then formed a heart with her hands and pointed at Kelvin.“You love him. That’s why.”She nodded.“Does your mom not…?” I started, then immediately regretted it when hurt flashed across her face. The memory of her mother

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