Fight For Custody

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The house was modest yet huge at the same time. Every piece of furniture was white and calm, framed arts decorated the white wallpapered walls and then some frames of Abigail and a little boy.

Cara stared exceptionally at that frame. It caught her attention. "You didn't tell me you were a mother."

Abigail, who had processed into the kitchen, popped her head out and glanced at Cara. "Huh? And also, juice or ...