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The afternoon sun cuts through the kitchen window, catching the dust motes that swirl in the warm, still air. The counter is warm where we were pressed against it moments before, the scent of her perfume tangled with the ghost of coffee and the lemon cleaner I used this morning. The house is quiet, just the hum of the fridge and the distant murmur of a passing car. Then Finn’s voice cuts through the calm like a blade. 'Oh fucking god!' I whirl around, still half-undressed, and see him planted in the doorway, Maeve behind him, her eyes wide. His face is a thundercloud. 'Ma! What are you letting him do to you? I’m going to be sick.' A soft chuckle escapes me, even as I reach for my trousers. 'Sorry, Maeve,' I mutter. Finn’s ranting about the counter, about moving out, about being scar…