“I’ve had enough.”
She walked away.
I didn’t stop her.
Maybe I should have.
Maybe I shouldn’t have.
But when I returned to the living room, Lydia was kneeling beside Eli, helping him clean up some juice he’d accidentally spilled.
And somehow…
That simple sight made my chest hurt.
Not because of Miranda.
Because I suddenly realized how badly I wanted Lydia to know that what had happened wasn’t a reflection of me.
I approached her.
“Lydia.”
She looked up.
I hesitated.
“I’m sorry.”
She gave me a small smile.
“It’s fine.”
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“It really isn’t.”
glanced toward the children.
“It’s their day.”
I nodded.
“Still.”
Before I could say anything else, Miriam came running toward Lydia.
She stopped in front of her, eyes suddenly glossy.
“Are you angry with me?”
Lydia’s expression softened immediately.
“No, princess.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
She opened her arms.



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