Sienna's Pov “Mommy, you’re staring again.”I blinked and looked down at Ava.My four-year-old daughter sat at the kitchen table, swinging her legs while eating cereal. She was watching me with the kind of concern only a child could have, her little brow furrowed in concentration.I forced a smile. “I am not.”“You are.”“I was thinking.”“That’s staring,” she declared with the absolute certainty of a four-year-old.I laughed despite myself. Leave it to Ava to call me out before seven in the morning.Today was important. Very important. My first day at Calloway Industries meant a better position, better pay, better hours—the kind of job that could finally let me stop worrying every time Ava needed new shoes or got sick. I should have been excited, but instead, I felt nervous. Maybe because it seemed too good to be true. Or maybe because every good thing in my life always seemed to come with a catch.“Finish your breakfast,” I told her.Ava saluted me with her spoon. “Yes, ma’am.”I s
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