Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Jane didn't say anything. She just stood there, watching Jean.

She honestly didn't know if she should trust her or not.

"Ms. Jane, you can go back first. I'll finish up here and come back later," Jean called out without turning around. She kept scrubbing the floor and wiping down the tables, going over every spot again and again. Only when everything was spotless did she finally pick up her bucket and walk away.

By then, Jane had already left the stage. She stood a little distance away, still watching Jean. Something about all of this felt off, like the world had tilted a little.

She took a deep breath, gave Jean one last look, and then turned to leave.

Back in her room, Jane told Fiona everything. Fiona barely reacted just a soft "mm" as if that was enough.

Jane frowned. Even Fiona was acting strange.

"Fiona, do you still think Jean's suspicious?"

“Shouldn't I?” Fiona shot back, her voice calm and steady.

That one question left Jane at a loss for words.

"Just go get some rest for now," Fiona said. "I'll take care of it. There's medicine on the table-bring it with you and make sure you take some. And remember what I said: don't eat or drink anything that's already been opened, even if it's something you started yourself and didn't finish."

it,

packet into her mouth, and took a few big swigs of

she wanted to say something, but in the end,

you even sulking

Fiona stared at her phone,

a photo of Jasmine, grinning

someone here who looked so

bad-she was with

squeezed the photo a little tighter, her fingers tracing the image as if

when Tyler called. Fiona's face instantly

"What's up?" she answered.

"We intercepted her, but... she looks exactly like Amy. What's

were they

Once she calms down, set up a video call with me." She glanced out at the

"Got it."

knew better than to push

learned a long time ago to

ended, Fiona leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes, letting herself breathe

a tiny island, this