Aunt Raya grabbed Fraser’s wrist quickly.“My son, stop it. Don’t speak words you’ll regret later.”Fraser shrugged her off, “I’m not joking. I know exactly what I’m doing,” he said.He looked straight at me, "Little kitten, just wait — I’m going to spoil you.”His words sliced through my chest like cold glass. How could he speak about Leo like he meant nothing? Like our bond meant nothing?I stood frozen in my seat. My fingers clenched into the fabric of my skirt.Just as Clara rose in fury, Grandpa Elias raised a hand. “Fraser, come with me. Now.”The men—my father, Uncle Wesley, and Grandpa—left the room, heading to the study.Fraser glanced at me before following, his expression unreadable.I sat there, a weight pressing on my chest. I couldn’t breathe properly. My throat felt tight, like I was swallowing glass.They were talking about me like I was livestock. Something to be moved, repurposed, passed down. Not someone who had loved. Not someone still grieving.Leo hadn’t ev
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