The morning was supposed to be normal.
Quiet. Warm. Safe.
The kind of morning where the house smells like cinnamon and bacon, and for a moment, you believe everything in your life is finally okay.
Then the back door slammed.
Hard.
“Mom!”
I turned so fast my heart jumped into my throat.
And then I saw her.
Talia.
Barefoot. Pajamas …
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