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?”

accountability led

word a

quivered, a tremor bom of

Mrs. Thomas. I am unaware of

dumb. Mae projected fear, yet defiance simmered beneath

porcelain, then sought a scapegoat. You must have noted Mae’s recent arrival

Bria stepped forth, a defender of

Bria?

for Mae,

She is not accountable for the porcelain’s demise. I attest on

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