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As he walked into a kitchen filled with soft morning sunlight, Harry saw his eldest daughter sitting at the table with her elbow on its surface, massaging her eyelids with her fingertips. “Hey!” he said. “You look stressed.”
“I'm fine.”
Harry stood in the doorway with his hands shoved into the pockets of his robe. “I think you push yourself too hard,” he said, moving into the kitchen. “It's not good to take on so much responsibility.”
The automated coffee maker already had a pot brewing, and there were cups on the counter. Harry took one and filled it. He went to the fridge for some almond milk – sadly, he was still getting used to that; Leyrians cloned meat, but not cow's milk – and then he joined his daughter at the table.
Melissa sat across from him with her face buried in her h
