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MORPHORCE - Chapter 22 - 21: The Last Warmth
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... , the faint glow of dawn spilled through the cracked window.
The soft clatter of dishes came from the small kitchen.
Dad was humming—off tune, as always—while setting the plates on the table.
I sat down slowly, still feeling the weight of last night’s words.
For a moment, I just watched him move—his tired shoulders, his calloused hands...
Then I spoke, voice small.
“Dad—”
He turned to me.
“I’m sorry.”
My head lowered, the wo ...
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