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Author: Cersei L.
last update publish date: 2026-08-21 00:57:49

Lily's POV.

Someone walked in.

A healthcare professional, from the work tag on her. Why did Richard invite her?

She was small, almost tiny in her grey blazers, and had a very warm, in fact, welcoming look. And yet, she still had a professional look on. Almost like Eleanor’s, but younger and calmer.

My mother had taught me about faces like that.

“Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Rookwood, I’m Alannah Smith, and a psychologist.” She shook our hands with a sweet smile and took a seat opposite us.

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