Surprised by her reaction, Rosalynn and the others could only watch.

Regaining some semblance of calm, Tilda tucked her hair back and, with a ghostly pallor, apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable being touched,” before retreating swiftly.

Lyndon’s brow creased in confusion as he watched her rapid exit.

Lips pressed together, Rosalynn was Lost in contemplation.

Larson was Tilda’s last name. Lyndon had called her Miss Larson.

Could it be that Tilda belonged to Skrix’s Larson family?

Were she and Ivy half-siblings?

to lurk a

that Tilda harbored

Rosalynn doubted that.

clad in a

the surrounding women spoke volumes

misjudged Tilda’s

A ‘s L I

bear any ill will

please, pay my sister no mind. She didn’t intend

hesitating, a tinge of

hers with a questioning

what of

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