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LAIA'S DAY didn't end immediately after she arrived home.
Before the girl could bury herself in her blankets and pillows, she heard a familiar voice call her name from the gate.
She peeks through the window and saw that it was Aiden.
He was accompanied by his grandmother who last time Laia saw had a friendly smile on her face the whole time they talked and even had dinner but immediately talked shit behind Laia's back after she offered to wash the dishes.
The audacity of some people really, Laia thinks.
"Laia, are you home?" Aiden repeats, his voice louder this time.
Laia stole a glance at her mother's room where her mother (shockingly) was in the middle of a conversation with a man through a video call.
Said man was annoyingly familiar to Laia but she couldn't point out who he was.