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Chapter Thirty: The Daughter

Author: Sir Josh
last update publish date: 2026-05-30 14:13:05

Mia was not supposed to wake up.

She had a schedule. Seven o’clock bedtime, six-thirty wake-up, consistent as weather, the kind of reliable rhythm that four-year-olds produce when they have decided that their internal clock is the authoritative source on when things should happen and will not be negotiated with on this specific point. I had planned the dinner around that schedule. Ethan at seven, Mia asleep, two hours of conversation in the quiet of a settled apartment.

What I had not planned f
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