The morning sun filtered through the dusty blinds in Sierra's tiny apartment, waking her from a restless sleep. She blinked awake, momentarily disoriented, before remembering—the children. With a groan, she dragged herself out of bed and splashed some water on her face, glancing at her reflection in the chipped mirror. Dark circles rimmed her eyes, a testament to the sleepless nights that had become her norm. At only twenty-three, she felt worn down in a way most women her age could never understand. But she steeled herself with a deep breath, summoning her determination. She had responsibilities now—far greater than any average young adult. Three little lives were depending on her, and she couldn't—wouldn't—let them down. The familiar sounds of pitter-pattering feet and giggling woke the rest of the household. Sierra stepped out of the bathroom to find London and Paris, her five-year-old twin niece and nephew, setting the table with bread and the leftover soup from last night. Mea
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