KNOX’S POV:
The room is bathed in the warm glow of the afternoon sun as I sit on the couch, a stack of photographs spread out before me on the glass center table. My gaze flickers between the images, each one telling a story of its own, each one exposing dark secrets.
As Catherine and Maxinne, hand in hand, slowly and cautiously descend down the staircase, my lips curve into a brief smile, a silent acknowledgment of the love that fills my heart whenever I look at them. But my attention quickly returns to the photos, my brows knitting together in concern, my mind racing with plans and strategies.
Catherine settles beside me, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the turmoil of my thoughts. Maxinne, ever curious, clambers onto my lap, her tiny arms wrapping her favorite teddy bear.
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