Mia
Somewhere between dreaming and waking, I heard them.
Liam’s voice low, careful. “You don't have to get so worked up over it , Rose. Mia will come around soon.”
Her voice, softer, trembling in that helpless way that sounded rehearsed. “I’ll earn my keep, Liam. I can help. Please don’t send me away.”
I lay still, my heart thudding against the pillow. The house was quiet except for their whispers and the faint clink of a cup. I closed my eyes and told myself I didn’t care. I failed.
When I finally drifted back to sleep, it was shallow and restless, the kind where every dream ends with someone walking away from you.
Morning came heavy and dull.
I dressed without thinking gray pants, white blouse, hair pulled back so tight it hurt. I looked like I was going to war, not breakfast.
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