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Chapter Thirty-One (Lena’s POV)

Author: Nyen
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-23 06:06:00

The morning light spilt through the wide townhouse windows, painting the walls a gentle gold. Eliana was already up, humming with energy, her small hands tugging at my sleeve.

“Mommy, today’s the bus day! Remember? You promised! Don't forget.”

Her curls bounced as she grinned at me, Leo tucked securely under her arm.

I smoothed her hair, pretending to weigh the decision. “Did I promise, or did I say ‘we’ll see’?”

“You said yes!” she declared with the confidence only a five-year-old could muster.

From across the kitchen, Dominic’s chuckle rumbled low. He was leaning against the counter, coffee in hand, watching us with an expression that was entirely too soft for the man I used to know. “She has an excellent memory, Lena. I wouldn’t test it.”

I shot him a look, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me by twitching upward. “Fine. One bus ride.”

Eliana threw her arms up in
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