GIANNA
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It was the first day of the kids’ summer break. The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday, even if the kids were in the backyard, playing together. After what happened to Isabella all those months ago, Brandon had fenced the house, making sure no one could enter from the back. There were also cameras at all corners of the house and the kids had learned not to approach any stranger.
I leaned on the kitchen counter, watching Brandon at the stone. He was still wearing his pajama pants, his hair slightly messy, humming to himself. I loved mornings like this. I loved being able to watch him in the kitchen as he prepared breakfast for the family.
“You’re burning them again,” I teased him, hiding my smile behind my mug.
He shot me a quick look over his shoulder. “You say that
