Chapter 140

TESSA’S POV :

The scent of the ox stew I’d made for breakfast drifted up from the pot as I stirred—slowly, gently, almost lovingly. I could’ve hummed a tune. I felt like it. But no—that would give too much away.

I was supposed to be grieving. Worried. Soft-spoken. Controlled.

Smiling into the pot, I...

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