I slave over a hot stove, and this is the thanks I get ?

Amara's POV

The days passed in a blur, each one filled with moments that chipped away at the walls I had built around my heart. Caden, Ryder, and Jaxon were proving themselves in ways I hadn’t expected. They were changing—slowly, steadily—but undeniably.

Every morning, one of them would wake me up...

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