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?”

not? Fear of accountability led you

each word a targeted

quivered, a tremor bom of

am unaware of the circumstances. I beseech you, withhold

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

scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s recent arrival

forth, a defender of Mae’s

Bria?

for Mae, taking a resolute

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

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