g in the main hall, her sad, gentle eyes following you. Her books still filled the shelves. But the person who
derstand. One rainy afternoon, I found a small, leather-bound book t
passion for the stars, and her growing illness. And then, a new name appeare
perimental, but it' s my only hope. John is so worried, but he ag
. The entry was dated just
o reach a book on a high shelf, climbing a rolling library ladd
ble speed, catching me in his arms. My heart hammered aga
e held me for a second too long before setting me down, his
kle, which I' d tw
his touch surprisingly gentle as he wrapped my ankle. He didn' t say a word, but his f
ven colder, heavier. I found Eliza' s recipe book. Using the housekeeper' s instru
illed the house. He stopped in th
aid quietly. "I thought...
in silence and placed the cake by her headstone. It felt li
er. He didn' t mention his wife. He didn' t mention the cake. He looked at Blake' s repo
he said, his voice f
ather, his expression turning to ice. He pu
tightened. "Don' t
said, his voice dangerously low. "I
elope and his half-eaten dinner on the tabl
t want a cake. But I had to do something. I spent my meager allowance on a large,
night, I peeked into his room as I passed by. The door was slightly ajar. He had hung the chart
art, a faint lin
icance: A new sta
ther message flickered, thi
Attachment to Chloe Miller bec
ome true. I walked past his door and went to my room, feeling more a part of this
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