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biting the inside of her cheek , she let the quiet settle before finally answering her again , this time with a more hesitant tone .
❝ .. remember when your father and i separated for a bit when you were very little .. . ᐣ well , that's because he found out that man is your real* father . ❞
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐙚 ָ࣪ 𝕻𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃 ᴼᴺ ᴬ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ﾞ
Noting her mother avoiding looking at her, she raised a brow. “Why would a man who doesn’t know me bring me a Christmas gift?”
medea .
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❝ .. you remember lindsey , baby . remember . ᐣ he gifted you that detective playset on christmas when you were a little girl . ❞ she averted her eyes , only to refold one of orion's shirts again .
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐙚 ָ࣪ 𝕻𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃 ᴼᴺ ᴬ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ﾞ
Setting the albums aside, she stepped out with the photo on her hand and a deep frown on her face. “Who’s Lindsey?”
medea .
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❝ yes , my love . ᐣ ❞ she asks warmly with a smile from the bed where she was folding her husband's shirts and trousers . ❝ all alright . ᐣ ❞
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𐙚 ָ࣪ 𝕻𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃 ᴼᴺ ᴬ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ﾞ
The teenager is sitting in her mother’s wardrobe, flicking through photo albums of her mother’s time in London clubs.
Stopping at a photo of her with a dark haired man with piercing blue eyes. Flipping it over, she noted the name and year on the back. “Mammy?” @sohoisms.bsky.social
