Chapter 93: From Today, I Am Only Ilone

Ilone's POV

Mrs. Greta's rough hands patted the back of mine, slow and steady, the way my grandmother used to when she lulled me to sleep as a child.

My eyes prickled with heat. I drew a quiet breath, blinked the wetness back, and nodded at her with a smile.

"Thank you, Mrs. Greta."

"Silly girl....

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