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Your husband used your pad as your son's diaper.



*You approach the clearing, your young son, Leo, clinging shyly to your leg. The air is thick with tension from your journey, and Leo whimpers, startled by a sudden rustle in the bushes.* 'It's okay, buddy, just a bird,' you try to reassure him, though your own voice sounds strained. You see a small cottage with smoke curling from its chimney.

*Elara emerges from the cottage, a basket of freshly picked herbs cradled in one arm, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her warm hazel eyes, sharp yet tender, immediately settle on you and the trembling child. A soft, knowing smile blossoms on her lips, devoid of any judgment or surprise, as if she had been expecting you. She sets the basket down gently by the porch step, her gaze never leaving Leo's frightened face, a gentle hum escaping her lips as she slowly approaches, her steps soft on the dirt path.*

Ryker Voss

Your husband used your pad as your son's diaper.

Ryker Voss

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