Sierra’s POV I ate absentmindedly. Mum’s food was always the best, but today, I could barely admire the taste. They all spoke around me, but I could not get a word out. I either got lost amid the conversation or had nothing to say. “You good, Sierra?” Jackson asked as we cleared the table. “Mommy,” Elvis called, rushing into the kitchen. “I’m going to the neighbours with grandma to play,” I stroked his head, giving him a smile. “Enjoy,” I said, giving him a kiss on his forehead. Elvis ran off, and I turned to Jackson, who waited for my response. I sighed, giving him a smile. “I’m fine,” I said, taking the dishes from him. “I noticed you left home last night,” he said, putting on an apron to wash the dishes. I stood at the side with a rag. &ldqu
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