Chapter 21 A Progenitor's Grasp of Technology

Alaina's POV

I woke to the rich smell of coffee.

Rubbing my eyes, I came out of my room to find breakfast laid out on the dining table — eggs fried sunny-side up and golden at the edges, bread toasted crisp, and a pot of black coffee still steaming.

I pressed at my eyelids, half convinced I was s...

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