A Love Forged In Ruins
The thought gnawed at me.
Before I could respond, a voice came from the stairs.
“Uh… are you two fighting?”
Jaden stood halfway down, wearing his usual lazy morning hoodie and sweatpants. He had his headphones hanging around his neck, and in his hands was a plate with a half-eaten sandwich.
“We’re just talking,” Layla said quickly, straightening her dress as if smoothing away the tension.
Jaden looked between us, chewing slowly. “Pretty intense for a talk.” He came the rest of the way down, setting his plate on the counter. “The twins aren’t deaf, you know. They just choose not to care about anything that’s not blocks or snacks.”
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