Chapter Forty-two

“A liar must be a man of great memory. Same goes for a fiction writer...” -Unknown

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“Oh! You're home finally.” Martha said, enthusiastic about Doris' presence. Especially, when she sighted the luggage Doris held behind.

“Yes,” Doris responded.

“I was getting bored of staying in this house all by myself.” Martha chattered as she walked with Doris into the main sitting room.

Doris fidgeted and was passing glances at the door.

“What's wrong?" Martha, who noticed her uneasiness, inquired.

“Ugh...I brought someone you might like to meet,” she related.

“Come in D,” Doris called out.

Martha eagerly waited for the shadow that was moving across the walls to come into view. Her interest piqued when the shadow