My Adopted Daughter Was Washing Dishes While the Other Kids Opened Christmas Gifts—Then She Asked a Question That Broke My Heart

softly through hidden speakers.

For a brief moment, Alejandro felt relieved.

Then he heard something else.

A chair scraping across kitchen tile.

The clink of dishes.

A small voice.

“I’m sorry,” the voice whispered. “I’ll do it better.”

Alejandro froze.

His fingers tightened around his keys.

That voice belonged to Elena.

He looked toward the living room.

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