For the first time in months, I felt calm.
Because finally, I knew exactly what to do.
The following morning, I made breakfast as usual. Tea for Julia, one soft-boiled egg, two slices of toast with extra butter, and a bowl of mixed berries — the way she liked it.
I balanced the tray and walked slowly to her room, not because I was tired, but because I knew what was coming.
She looked up from her pillow, surprised to see me.
“I thought Eric would bring it today, sweetheart. I thought he’d give you a break for once.”
“He had… other plans last night,” I said, giving her a soft smile.
I set the tray down and gently sat on the edge of her bed.
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