Chapter 43 Something That Should Have Worked

ELIZA’S POV

The rest of the morning dragged.

Not in the usual slow, boring way.

But in that irritating, restless way where your mind refuses to stay still.

I kept moving.

Helping in the kitchen.

Wiping already clean surfaces.

Checking on Tilly.

Anything to keep myself occupied.

Anything...

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