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A Morning That Was Supposed to Be Ordinary
The morning was meant to be quiet, predictable, and safe—the kind of morning that never makes it into memory because nothing goes wrong. Sunlight filtered through thin curtains in a modest house on Maple Ridge Lane, a peaceful suburban street in Clearwater Falls, a small American town where neighbors waved more often than they locked their doors.
For Lily Carter, who was only seven years old, happiness was uncomplicated. It sounded like a cartoon murmuring softly from the television. It tasted like chocolate milk poured carefully to the edge of a plastic cup. It felt like sitting close to her father on an old couch that dipped in the middle from years of use.
Her father, Daniel Carter, sat beside her, pretending to be a dragon with an exaggerated voice, twisting his face into ridiculous expressions just to hear her laugh.
“Do it again, Dad,” Lily giggled.
“The dragon?” Daniel asked, grinning. “The very scary one?”
She nodded eagerly.
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