CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

Amal Usman 2.5k words

AMELIA

The sweet, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food gently wakes me from my sleep. My eyes flutter open, blinking against the light in the room as I slowly sit up, stretching my sleep-stiffened muscles with a contented sigh.

A smile tugs at my lips as Beatrice bustles into the room, a...

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