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59. Forgiveness and Tears

Author: Emma Storm
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

Tallulah's POV

My grip tightened around the stair guide nervously when I saw my mom and Marcus discussing up the stairs. They were whispering indistinctly so I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. But what caught my attention was the way he was so close to her, and when he took a small step backwards, I noticed that he had been holding her hand while he spoke to her.

I didn't like the fact that he was saying something to her considering the fact that he didn't even like her or me in the first place. I began to suspect that he was in a way manipulating her, following the happenings of last night. From the way her head was held down with her arms wrapped around each other was enough proof that their conversation wasn't just a usual one. What could he be telling her?

“Mom, the eggs are ready.” I called, cutting through their conversation.

She shuddered a little from the sound of my voice before tilting her head sideways to face me, and when she did, she returned her gaze to Marc
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