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Grace.
I woke to the sound of little feet pattering outside my door and the faint clang of something in the kitchen, probably a cereal bowl hitting the counter too hard. My body was still heavy with sleep, and there was a delicious soreness between my legs from last night’s... release. But reality settled in fast. I had a job now. A real one. With a child who relied on me. And a boss who I’d watched shower and then m*********d to, alone, under soft sheets in the dark.
Great start.
I pulled my hair into a bun, smoothed the wrinkles out of my T-shirt, and padded down to the kitchen. Sophie was already in her booster seat, swinging her legs back and forth as she crunched on dry cereal. Daniel was pouring coffee into a black mug, his back to me, sleeves pushed up, forearms taut as he mo
