VioletteI woke up feeling revitalized after a nine-hour slumber, and as I opened my eyes, I discreetly glanced at the digital alarm clock on my bedside table. It read 8:34 a.m., still four hours before my afternoon shift started.Satisfied that I'd slept soundly, I began my morning routine. My plan was to apply a face mask, deep clean the apartment, prepare breakfast for Aria and me, and brew coffee – essential for Aria's daily functioning.As I entered the bathroom we shared, I took care to make no noise, not wanting to wake Aria. She turns into a monster when woken from sleep. Standing before the mirror, I brushed my teeth with an electric toothbrush, the soft hum filling the silence. My mind began to wander, as it often did when I was alone. Thoughts of my father, Diego Lopez, flooded my mind. He'd struggled to make ends meet after my mother passed away, giving birth to me. Though I'd never been to Argentina, my birthplace, I'd grown up in Philly under my father's care. He'd na
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