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Her face showed worry, her hands trembling. “He hasn’t told me anything. I don’t know if he said anything to his parents though.” The old madam said. She wondered why Tuesday approached her. She was the grandmother, not the mother or father. If Morris were to say anything, it would be more possible for him to tell his parents before his grandparents. Tuesday gasped. Tears streamed down her face. “What do I do? Is he really planning to marry me?” She covered her face, sobbing. Lillian didn’t know what to make of Tuesday’s behavior.

said Wesley. “Okay, great. Which way was east again?” End of Book 7 If you enjoyed this book and would like to support the author please leave a review on the site where you got your copy or on Goodreads. A big thank you to all those who have supported me on Patreon.com/mooderino. Cheers, V Moody MoodyLit.com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad

Just incrementally, in a library, on a Tuesday, with a strange old man and a stack of books and a wolf inside me paying careful attention. It was enough.

It happens on a Tuesday. The kind of Tuesday that starts like any other — coffee, croissants, Celeste reading the news on her tablet while Mireille argues with Hana about security protocols. Ordinary. Almost boring. The kind of morning I used to take for granted before I learned that peace is just the silence between disasters. I'm in the office — Celeste's office, though she's been using it less since the resignation — looking for a book she mentioned. Something about resilience. Something about rebuilding. She said it helped her through the early years, before Oracle, before everything.

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Completely butt naked. The realisation is crippling, I slide down the door until my ass hits the floor, and my knees pull to my chest. “You strike again Tuesday curse,” I hiss. Tuesday is my least favourite day of the week, ever since my hamster died sixteen years ago, my Tuesdays have been shitty and turns out I’m not safe indoors either. I can hear Caleb’s voice, yelling at someone in Italian over the phone. Probably Mia, I’ve picked up a few words over the years from Mia’s rants, and I for sure hear him say how bothersome it is, and how pissed off he is getting.

I pressed a hand to my sternum. Kelly was right. We lost our children. We should mourn them side by side. Not apart, not like this. I turned toward the study before doubt could pull me back. The door stood half-open. I pushed it wider. Whiskey hit me first, sharp and sour, mixed with sweat and misery. Morris slumped in the big leather chair behind the desk. His untucked, his sleeves rolled crooked and his hair a wreck. An almost-empty bottle sat within easy reach. His eyes stared at nothing.

Timothy's frustration flared, and I could see the storm brewing in his eyes. I sighed, my own frustration bubbling to the surface. "Timothy, I made progress. I made an audio recording that might change everything. Just listen, and you'll understand." I handed him the phone, the recording ready to unravel the mysteries that lingered in the shadows. As he pressed play, the room filled with Andy's voice, a broken confession that laid bare the chaos of that fateful night. Timothy's expression shifted from frustration to bewilderment, then to a brewing storm of betrayal.

Mory sighed out her mouth and rubbed her hands on her legs. As family and friends came and went through the afternoon and evening, Mory sat by the fire with Tessa and told her every intimate detail of her life and death. For the first time, someone listened and understood and made no judgements. Even Haldir hadn't been so understanding of all the things she told him. "So, that's everything I guess." Mory leaned back into the couch and Tessa turned towards the fire then sunk down beside Mory with her head resting on her shoulder.