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He often drove for Geoffrey and knew how Geoffrey used to treat Maureen.

Inside the room.

Maureen turned to look at Geoffrey who had bumped into the sofa: “Can’t you walk more carefully?”

“This is the only decent sofa we have at home.”

Geoffrey heard Maureen’s familiar voice, not angry at all: “I’ll remember.”

Maureen was taken aback.

Geoffrey added, “Don’t be angry, I’ll have a new sofa delivered tomorrow.”

Getting angry isn’t good for the baby inside.

Seeing Geoffrey so humble once again surprised Maureen; she had intended to keep targeting him but felt a bit embarrassed.

“I don’t want your things, don’t have anyone deliver them.”

“Follow me, go to your room.

“1

Geoffrey listened to her voice, reached out and grabbed her arm.


Maureen saw this and pulled his hand away.

“I won’t take care of you. If you’re staying here, you’re on your own.”

Geoffrey’s throat bobbed.

“Okay.”

He hadn’t come here for Maureen to look after him.

Following the sound of Maureen’s footsteps, he trailed her back to the cramped storage room.

Maureen set out toiletries for him, then said, “My adoptive mother Zoe lives here too. Be

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mindful when she’s home, and stay in your room unless necessary

In Maureen’s heart, Zoe was her mother, not just a housekeeper.

“Alright.”

agreement. Since losing his memory, Geoffrey


late, Maureen left. She went

long after

Downstairs-“Bang!”

“Tll go check.”

downstairs, only to find Geoffrey’s door tightly shut with nothing unusual in sight. She paid

she’d just wait until he couldn’t

Maureen got

pot of carrot

to carrots.

trait–if there was even a bit of carrot in his food, he wouldn’t

set aside a

freshly

a large, freshly broken wound on his


noise yesterday must’ve been him hitting his

see it, she announced, “Breakfast

“Hmm.”

Geoffrey approached cautiously.

was cramped, cluttered with

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into another piece of Maureen’s precious furniture and angering

wanted him gone quickly, Maureen couldn’t bear to watch him walk into

his cars flushing red enough to

a few steps left, then swiftly approached the dining table, pulled out a chair, and

“Thanks, I’ll remember that.”

made Maureen wish he hadn’t lost


take advantage

of porridge and placed

up earlier tomorrow

unfamiliar bed last night,

again: “No need. What could you possibly help with?

“You could quit working. Move back

you both.‘

for

face in the porridge bowl, nearly

that. I

card across the table toward

Maureen frowned: “What’s this?”

“Salary card.”

lips

prepared it

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