Loveth’s POV
“I don’t understand why you feel the need to work,” Kiara’s voice carried a hint of exasperation as she leaned against the doorframe, watching me scrub the floor.
“Would you prefer I sit idle and wallow in self-pity?” I replied, my tone calm but firm. The task wasn’t glamorous, but it gave me a sense of purpose—a distraction from the chaos within me.
Kiara scoffed. “Scrubbing floors though? Of all things?”
“Unless you have a better job lined up for me, this will do,” I countered, glancing at her briefly before returning to my work.
“Fine,” she relented with a dramatic sigh. “But sitting pretty and letting others do the heavy lifting seems more appealing.”
“Not everyone enjoys that kind of idleness,” I said, pausing for a moment. “How’s it going with the children?”
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