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CHAPTER 18
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2021-05-02 14:38:05I sniffle and take the steaming cup from her hands, "Thank you."
"No problem, honey." The unease doesn't leave her features. "What happened?"
"Yes, what happened?" Fiona asks as she rubs my shoulder. The contact is something I'm not used to, especially from a motherly figure such as Fiona. She sees how tense I am and stops, but I can't help myself: I broke down, crying in the kitchen in front of Fiona Vaun, which resulted in her having to help me to the guest house as the tears kept flowing like a river. Usually I'm very well-composed in situations that are water-work inducing, but for so
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