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271. The Breaking Point

Author: Frya Isaac
last update publish date: 2026-07-23 12:42:02

The days blurred into one another at Mia’s apartment. Lydia tried to maintain a sense of normalcy for the children, but the emotional weight of the separation was crushing her. Hayes asked about his father constantly, and Aurelia seemed unusually fussy, as if sensing her mother’s sadness. One evening, after the children had finally fallen asleep, Mia sat with Lydia on the couch, handing her a warm cup of tea.

“You can’t keep doing this forever, Lyd,” Mia said gently but firmly. “The kids miss
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