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Sweetness
We returned to the mansion a short time later. As we entered the dining room, Thomas began to drift immediately towards the kitchen door. I half-expected him to go in and check on Mr. Weston, but he didn’t.
Instead, he just opened it a crack and glanced inside. He stayed that way a moment, a soft smile on his lips. Finally, I heard him sigh. He backed away from the door.
"It might be good for you to meet with Henry for a while, Ms. Walton," he said gently. "I'll call for you when it's time to inspect the cleaners."
With that, he walked off. I wasn't sure how to feel for Thomas. Happy he was starting his new life? Sad he was leaving his old one behind? Sorry he’d been trapped in this situation for so long? I guess it’s hard to know how to feel for somebody who barely knows how they feel themself.
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