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Chapter 47: A Matter of Interest

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last update publish date: 2026-05-31 14:34:27

The morning sun poured through the kitchen window of the Hayes household, bathing the room in warm golden light. Ava sat at the breakfast table with a cup of tea between her hands while Elena moved around the kitchen, humming softly as she prepared breakfast.

“You’re smiling again.”

Ava looked up.

“What?”

Elena pointed a spatula at her.

“That. You’ve been doing it all week.”

“Doing what?”

“Smiling at your phone like you’ve won the lottery.”

Ava immediately reached for her cup.

“I have
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