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?”

of accountability led you

each word a targeted arrow piercing Mae’s

legs quivered, a tremor bom of

Mrs. Thomas. I am unaware of the circumstances. I beseech

herself struck dumb. Mae projected fear, yet defiance simmered beneath

scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s recent arrival and her customary timidity; hence, you seized the opportunity to assert

stepped forth, a defender of Mae’s

Bria?

Mae,

not accountable for the

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