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CHAPTER 38

Author: Darcel
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-21 21:18:22

JASQUIRE

I had to do it today. I waited all day to do this. It had to be now.

There was no more putting it off. I would have done it yesterday if it wasn’t for Belle. She always got on my nerves. Today was the day.

I stood motionless in the middle of the kitchen, scanning it as I tried to gather my thoughts.

I took a breath. Then another. My fingers curled slightly at my sides.

Then I began to move.

The first was making tea. I had something to pour it in so that would do. I reached for the top cupboard beside the sink and opened it with a gentle tug.

Nothing.

Just mismatched mugs, a chipped measuring cup, and a half-empty jar of honey sitting beside a tin of salt that had long since lost its lid.

I frowned and closed it. Then tried the one above the stove. Spices. Tins of sardines. No tea bags.

I opened the drawer below, then another.

My hands moved faster now, trying to hasten the process before someone came in. This wasn’t about the tea anymor
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