Mentioning my father, Dustin fell silent, acutely aware that his own father was responsible for my dad's death.

"I guess I'll never enjoy meatballs the same way again," I said, looking at the dish Phipps had prepared, my words lacking sincerity.

I couldn't let Dustin suspect Phipps. I was now certain that Phipps was Ernest in disguise, which meant he had a purpose.

Though I wasn't privy to his motives, my role was clear: cooperate and avoid causing trouble.

"Felicia, I'm truly sorry about your parents," Dustin said, displaying the expression of a man burdened by guilt.

His pretentiousness sickened me, but I placated him against my better judgment, "It's not your fault."

He managed a bitter smile, "Felicia, you're a kind soul."

Yes, foolishly kind. I once thought I could forgive the harm his parents inflicted on mine, but I've realized that's beyond me.

Not wanting to continue the conversation, I turned my attention to the creamy pumpkin soup before me, its sweet, milky flavor providing a semblance of comfort. Phipps' culinary skills were undeniable, even surpassing Ernest's previous attempts.

have to ask if he spent these months perfecting

I complimented,

have plans tonight?" Dustin asked, hanging onto every word

just speaking off the cuff," I replied,

how enticing that must have looked, Dustin's gaze deepened,

invitation was sudden but not unexpected, considering his pursuit of

to give him a glimmer of hope after keeping him on tenterhooks for days. "Sure!"

do you feel like

Dustin, you decide," I replied just as someone walked in, noticed

his cue to leave, "I'll

gone, I let out a sigh and turned my attention back to the meatballs Phipps had

I didn't leave a single bite, confident I wouldn't be hungry until the next morning

the meal, I checked my phone and saw a message from Grant asking if

tried calling Deborah, only

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