He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back
I follow the scent to the dining area and find Imogene seated at the table, meticulously slicing apples into thin wedges.
“Why are you doing this so early in the morning?” I ask, approaching her.
She looks up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I just crave apples.”
I chuckle, “You should’ve woken me up to cut them for you.”
“It’s fine,” she replies, focusing back on her task.
Suddenly, her phone beeps. She sets down the knife and picks up the device, answering the incoming video call. Kia's face appears on the screen, and beside her is Lily, eyes wide with excitement.
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