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CHAPTER 53 - MOM

Author: Dirty Diana
last update publish date: 2026-03-16 03:03:16

She was sitting at the kitchen table when I came downstairs.

Coffee in front of her. Both hands wrapped around the mug. Not drinking – holding. The way people hold things when they need an anchor and the nearest one is ceramic. She was wearing the flannel pajamas again. Second day in a row. Whatever was happening inside my mother was big enough to make armour feel too heavy.

I poured myself coffee. Sat across from her. The kitchen was quiet – Miles at school, the house empty in the way houses a
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