Millie’s tone carried gravity as she beckoned, “Enter.”

Gentleness has no place for those with nefarious intentions.

Beside Mae, Bria nudged her forward with a hushed assurance.

“Do not yield to fear. Proceed.”

Summoning her courage, Mae crossed the threshold.

“Mrs. Thomas, how may I be of service?”

Fear of accountability led you to deliberately lure

resounded, each word a targeted arrow piercing

a tremor

unaware of the circumstances. I beseech you,

struck dumb. Mae projected fear, yet

fractured the porcelain, then sought a scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s

Bria stepped forth, a

Bria?

Mae, taking

She is not accountable for the porcelain’s demise. I attest on her behalf. Mrs. Thomas unjustly

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