#Chapter 81: Anyone Who Isn’t You

Ava The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the air as I kneaded the dough, my fingers coated in a light dusting of flour. It was a simple task, one that normally brought me peace and allowed my mind to wander. As I worked, however, Olivia’s words echoed in my head—that cruel taunt about being an ‘old hag’ who was only fit for farm chores. I still remembered the way her voice sounded when she had said it, and if I was being honest, it still hurt. But I was tired of letting her words get to me. Soon, she would no longer be a part of our pack; and although that thought didn’t exactly fill me with joy either, I knew that there was no point in dwelling on the nasty things she had said. So, I smiled to myself as I worked the dough, allowing myself to find joy again in the simplicity of the act. Baking, gardening, tending to my little cottage—these were the things that brought me happiness, the things that had always brought me happiness. Nothing Olivia said c