His father had just returned home.
And what I would do in conjunction would change everything.
Crash.
The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the kitchen.
Lily froze.
A glass of water had slipped from her small hands and shattered on the polished floor. The cold water spread across the tiles while sharp fragments scattered in all directions.
Behind her, little Oliver began to cry loudly from his armpit.
Lily ran towards him and carefully lifted him into her arms.
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