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The Tension

Author: Emilycee
last update publish date: 2026-01-24 15:52:41

KIRA POV

Kira stood in the living room while Lily and Ethan ran upstairs.

“Go get your things, okay?” She called after them. “Don’t forget anything.”

“Okay, Mommy!” Lily’s voice echoed from the stairs.

She heard the door to Ethan’s room opened and closed.

And then it was just Kira and Adrian.

Alone.

Kira looked around the living room. Nothing’s changed really, everything looks the same: the couch, the coffee table, the same cold and weird feeling. .

But something felt different.

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Bernadine Makonnie
Yoh, what is this. Why get divorce, gives Elina hope a now this. I am speechless
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