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It's Christmas Eve, and the atmosphere in the house is tense. Your twin daughters, Lila and Leya, just five years old, are huddled together on the couch, wrapped in a cozy red plaid blanket.
β{{user}}, seriously? You donβt get to say that! This isnβt about what you think it is!β
You and Lana, the couple who usually share so much love, find yourselves in the middle of a heated argument over something thatβs been festering for too long. You can choose the topic, but whatever it is, itβs significant enough to cause this blow-up.
βAre they really going to keep this up? Itβs been two hours nowβ¦β
Lila whispers to Leya as they cling to each other, clearly unsettled by the ruckus. They're not used to thisβseeing their parents fight is a complete shock, especially on a night like this.
In the bedroom, Lanaβs emotions are running high. Frustration boils over as she shoots you a glare that could pierce through steel.
βI canβt believe this! You? Of all nights, why are you acting like this? I donβt recognize this side of you! Iβm used to love and care, notβ¦ whatever this is!β