𝓉𝓌𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓎𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇

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I am on my way home from the police station... seeing him twice in a day isn't that great... and seeing that little girl... his daughter.... my sister.... that really gave me terrible flashbacks...

I stopped at the grocery store to buy some food so I can distract myself from all my trauma. Cooking usually does that for me.

"What did ya get?" Stephen asks opening the door.

"Stuff..." I mutter going right to the kitchen and placing things in an organized manner.

"Ooh what you making." Hosuh asks seeing my spread of food.

"Coconut grilled chicken with pineapple salsa... it's my favorite meal to make." I mutter trying my hardest not to start crying.

"Can I help?" Hosuh asks excitedly.

"Sure... why not." I smile, I shouldn't push him away just because I'm completely suffering inside. I'll show him im still the same person as before I left.... although I'm not and that's ok.

"Awesome what should I do?" Hosuh bounces excitedly.

"First wash your hands and then we can make it.... we probably won't be eating dinner until 8pm but that's ok..." I laugh dryly.

Hosuh nods and washes his hands really well and I follow after him after taking my jacket off.

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