LAUREN'S POV

“Mummy,” I heard Aria’s soft voice call out, her little footsteps padding across the tiled floor toward the kitchen where I was standing over the stove, turning the eggs in the pan.

“Yes?” I asked, though my eyes stayed on the frying pan, making sure the edges didn’t burn.

She didn’t respond immediately. I noticed her raise her hand, holding something that looked like a folded paper.

I glanced at her briefly, eyebrows knitting. “Is that your homework?”

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