GENERALViolet strolled out of the kitchen, holding two bowls of custard. She placed them on the dining table and sprinkled a pinch of cinnamon that was already on the table on top of each bowl, one after the other.“Hey, honey. Your custard is ready!” she shouted from the dining area.The children, who had been engrossed in the cartoon they were watching, turned their heads at the sound of their mother’s voice. If it had been about anything else, they would have ignored it, but this was custard. They’d pestered their mother for it all day yesterday, but she hadn’t been able to make it because there was none in the house, and by the time she noticed, it would’ve been too late to go to the mart.One after the other, they hopped into their seats, shifting and adjusting themselves so they could fit perfectly. Their eyes were fixed on the bowls of custard.“Custard,” Nyla said softly, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. “With a pinch of cinnamon. Just like Uncle Liam used to make.”The c
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