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Thoughts of the Past

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-23 16:42:10
Michael’s POV

The smell of onions cooking in olive oil wrapped around me like a warm blanket.

For a moment, just a brief moment, I let myself forget where we were, what was happening, and how much blood had already been spilled.

The sound of the kitchen door opening pulled me out of my trance.

Ashley leaned against the doorway, her arms folded.

“Smells good,” she said, her voice soft but obvious with exhaustion.

I glanced up, half-smiling as I stirred.

“Figured it was time we ate something that didn’t taste like cardboard or fear.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what this is? A morale boost?”

“Something like that,” I murmured.

Ashley stepped in, rubbing the tension from the back of her neck as Mortis and Emilio followed behind her, dragging their tired bodies like the war had already been lost.

Emilio sniffed the air and grinned.

“Damn. Didn’t know you could cook.”

I set the bowls on the table.

“Survival skills.”

Mortis slumped into a chair with a
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I'm glad Marlo and Michael talked about that. They needed to hash it out. Now Michael needs to apologize
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