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?”

did you not? Fear of accountability led you to deliberately lure me to

resounded, each word a targeted arrow piercing Mae’s

a tremor

of

fear, yet defiance simmered

You must have noted Mae’s recent arrival and

forth, a defender of

Bria?

Mae, taking

the porcelain’s demise. I

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