Pausing briefly, Mitchel said, âDonât forget to drop by my office tomorrow.
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With a frown, Raegan replied, âSure.
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At this point, nothing seemed more crucial to Raegan than finalizing her divorce with Mitchel.
Watching their retreating figures, Mitchel felt an indescribable pain in his heart.
Leaning against the car, he took a moment before getting inside.
Upon arriving home, Janey was visibly in a gloomy mood.
She kept her head lowered, absently playing with her fingers, choosing silence over words.
Raegan recognized Janeyâs distress but felt helpless to console her.
Raegan couldnât let Janey call Mitchel that way.
Sometimes, a small sacrifice was better than enduring prolonged sorrow.
She consoled herself with the belief that Janey would eventually move on and forget about Mitchel as time passed.
That way, Mitchelâs face would become a distant memory for Janey.
Late at night, as the stars danced in the velvety sky, Raegan felt the weight of the day slowly lifting.
The pre-orders for her studio were managed, and the city outside her window embraced a serene quiet.
Despite not being officially open, a few loyal customers had already placed orders.
The clock struck twelve as Raegan wrapped up her work.
Just then, she heard sobs emanating from Janeyâs room.
Concerned, Annis moved to check, but Raegan intervened, instructing Annis to go to bed.
Raegan decided to investigate Janeyâs distress herself.
Entering Janeyâs room, Raegan found Janey in a state of restless sleep, occasionally sobbing.
Leaning against the bed, Raegan gently patted Janeyâs back and hummed a comforting lullaby.
In response to the familiar melody, Janey clutched Raeganâs hand tightly.
âs BunnyBookery Witnessing her daughterâs vulnerable state, Raeganâs heart melted.
Janey, to her, was a precious gift from God, granting her strength to face any challenges.
After a while, Janey drifted into a peaceful slumber.
However, in her sleep, tears clung to her thick eyelashes as she mumbled, âDaddyâ¦â
There was a poignant mix of Longing and unspoken expectation in her voice.
Raeganâs expression froze for a moment.
She gently touched Janeyâs soft hair and asked with tenderness, âDo you truly yearn for a daddy, my little pumpkin?â
Ensuring Janey was sound asleep, Raegan returned to her room.
However, slumber eluded her for what felt like an eternity.
Perhaps, she should consider finding a stepfather for Janey soon, someone who could play a role in Janeyâs upbringing.
Raegan was convinced that Kabir would support her decision if he were still around.
Yet, it would have to wait until her divorce from Mitchel was finalized.
The thought of Mitchel stirred up annoyance within Raegan.
She buried her head beneath the pillow, emitting an indignant snort.
That Mitchel Dixon, a real son of a gun.