Later that day, when it was nighttime, Jennifer was making dinner for her daughter, Emily. But the words of Stella kept on echoing in her head. She didn't want to believe it. However, there was no way to keep her curiosity down. “Hmmm,” she exhaled heavily and tiredly. “Focus, Jennifer. Focus.” She didn't know when Emily walked up to the entrance of the kitchen and stood there, watching her murmuring to herself. Emily didn't need any prophet to tell her that her mom was worried over something.“Mom, is everything okay?” The little angel asked, concern written all over her face. Jennifer was drawn out of her thoughts. She turned to Emily and smiled in a gorgeous manner as if all was well. “My angel, all is well. Why do you ask?""You were talking to yourself, and ... you don't look happy. Did something steal your pastries?""There's no problem. You should be in the living room,” she said, swiftly trying to divert the topic immediately. “I am hungry, Mummy,” Emily said innocently w
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