AVA’S POV. “What’s the problem, child?” Mrs. Brown asked while I was washing the dishes at the packhouse. Their scent still lingered in the kitchen, making it hard not to think of them.“Nothing,” I replied, shaking my head frantically.“Are you sure? You’ve been staring at the same plate for over five minutes,” Mrs. Brown said, lifting her brows toward the plate.“Huh… nothing… I’m fine,” I answered, rinsing off the plate.“Okay, but if you need someone to talk to, I’m here for you,” Mrs. Brown said.I nodded. “Thank you,” I said.I wondered if it was safe to talk to Mrs. Brown about it, especially now that it had become increasingly hard for me to trust people who were not secretly against me. But Mrs. Brown was like a warm presence in my life, and I felt like I could trust her. She was like a mother figure to me, plus I was also deadly curious.“Uh… is it okay if I ask you a question?” I began shyly.“Of course, child. You can,” Mrs. Brown said, turning her attention to me.“Uhm…
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