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The Unwelcome Connection

The smell of toast and cinnamon filled the kitchen as Tessa stood barefoot on the tiled floor, her hair tied up in a messy bun. She hummed softly as she sliced strawberries.

A giggle bubbled from behind her, her daughter Naya sat crossed leg in her booster seat, her chubby hands drumming impatie...