Chapter 85

'Not like my little Nora. She's so picky. If I don't separate her food, she won't touch it.'

Vivienne filed that away.

Ivy wasn't picky. She ate whatever Vivienne put in front of her. But divided bento boxes did look nicer.

Then Vivienne's ear caught something.

A faint, sharp whistle.

The next...

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