KATHERINE’S POV “Welcome home, traitor.” Hazel’s voice sliced through the cheerful smell of coffee and bread, and I froze mid-step, holding onto the strap of my bag like it could save me. She was pissed no doubt and I knew she had every right to be. Franklin was her godson, he was her precious baby also. She must have thought of how lonely the poor boy must have been to stay at home without me. “Good morning to you too,” I muttered under my breath, forcing a smile as I walked further into the living room. Hazel’s eyes flicked from me to Alex, who still looked annoyingly unbothered, like a man who had slept ten straight hours without a single ounce of guilt. Well, of course he doesn't have to explain himself to Hazel. Franklin, sitting cross-legged on the rug with his favorite toy car, looked up at the sound of my voice. His face lit up instantly, until it didn’t. “You didn’t come home last night, mommy,” he said with a small pout that hit me straight in the chest. “I know, b
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