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CHAPTER 85

Sophie

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The food wasn’t close to being done, yet the aroma of the chicken had filled the kitchen, opening a hungry portal in my stomach. I drew an invisible map on the four-seater dining table with acacia wood, my back pressed against the wooden backrest. The hardness of the seat biting into my butt.

Romi opened the cupboard fixed to the upper part of the white tiled walls, her fingers brushing against the brown wood as it creaked open. “I can’t believe you are having twins.” She took out some bottles of condiments and placed them on the white counter beneath the cupboard. “And two boys.” She glanced at me. “Brace yourself. They are tiny terrorists. I repeat terrorist.”

George and Georgia's screams filled the house, drowning out the bubbling sound of the water boiling in the pot. I giggled as she rolled her eyes—this was the seventh time they had screamed within the last thirty minutes.

Ignoring the scream, she opened the pack of spaghetti and put it into the pot.

“Isn’t the f
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