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I should have brought a sweater or at least something that covered more, I wouldn't have listened to Delilah putting on this garment that doesn't cover enough. I walk a couple of steps to get closer to the campfire to see if this way I can stop the cold from erasing my skin to the point of looking like a chicken without feathers. I get a little closer and then I start to feel the warmth, the comforting and pleasant warmth, coming into my body. The feeling is so pleasant that I get a little closer, being about two meters away from the fire.

Like he already saw strength in me I wasn’t sure I possessed. I turned away first, needing to breathe. “So your mother wants to play her little game. Fine. But don’t expect me to smile through it.” “I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said, and there it was again. The amusement in his tone. He is definitely having fun. He stepped out of my room. I carried my laptop into the dining room, setting it on the table with a cup of tea beside me. I told myself I was only browsing. But the truth was, I was digging. My fingers were above the keyboard for a while before I finally typed it out. Elaine Vance. Liam’s mother.

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

This can't be happening. “Is this a prank?” I frown, looking around the car for a hidden camera. He sighs. “You won't ever believe that I like you, right?” “Why should I? You hate me.” “I don't.” He shakes his head. “I love verbally sparring with you, so much that it has become a nasty habit.” “I'm glad you know you have a nasty habit.” He smiles as he nods. “I know, Raven, just as I know how much I want and love you.”

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It wasn't what he needed. He loved her like an old, beloved book. One he’d read so many times he knew every line, could quote passages in his sleep. One he kept on the nightstand out of habit and affection, even when he wasn’t actively reading it anymore. It was comforting just to know it was there. Maybe that was the problem. He’d stopped reading her. Stopped turning the pages. Stopped asking what came next. He forgot that she was still growing, still changing, still becoming someone new. He treated her like a finished story, neatly bound and complete, when she was still mid-chapter. Still writing herself in ways he never bothered to notice. When she finally closed the book and walked away,

Anyway I bet it's because you are not woman enough to cli___. "Shh." I interrupted him as I heard a familiar song playing.. "Wha___ "Shh." I interrupted him again as I made out the song playing before I joined in, singing along.