The next morning, Josie rose early to prepare breakfast for Kira.Graham came downstairs, the stale scent of alcohol still clinging to him.Kira clutched her little rabbit plush and ran toward him. "Daddy—"Before she could finish, his cold, cutting glare rooted her to the spot."What did you just call me?" he asked, his voice low and sharp.Startled, Kira clung tighter to her toy, her voice trembling. "Mr. Holloway…"He tugged at his tie, visibly irritated, then turned to Josie with a warning. "If you can't teach her properly, get out of my house."Bitterness welled up in her chest.That was always his favorite phrase—get out of my house.Each time he said it, both she and Kira would be filled with fear. But now, for the first time, she truly wanted to leave.She didn't respond. Silently, she placed breakfast on the table and lifted Kira into her chair.The eggs and toast were made just the way Graham liked them, but he didn't even glance at the plate. Instead, his tone was
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