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Lilas Light. I get out of my room at the blaring sounds. Quickly, I walk downstairs to see Ciara, arguing bitterly with Salvatore and West, crying in the background. It looks like the scene that took place when my mother left my father and I during the time I was much younger. That morning, I came downstairs to the sound of their screaming and luggage at the side of the door. It’s the exact scene. It’s the exact woman. “Divorce!?” “Divorce!?” Ciara says once again and I can hear the devastation in her voice as she tries to make sense of what is in front of her right now. “There is another woman, isn’t it?” She asks and I watch as Ciara exhales. I don’t know how but his gaze finds mine as I’m on the staircase, watching the scene unfold. “Dad, why are you doing this?” West asks, her c