Chapter 82: Weighing the Risks

**Dorothy’s Perspective** “Good afternoon, Dorothy!” The voice was unmistakable—bright and full of energy. Thelma always seemed to carry a glow of vitality wherever she went. I looked up from the book I was reading and offered a faint smile. “Good afternoon, Thelma. Is there something I can help you with?” Thelma hesitated for a moment, scratching her head nervously. “Well, actually... there is something,” she admitted with a sheepish smile. “Let’s talk about it on the way,” she said suddenly, tugging at my hand and leading me toward the city. “I know a wonderful pancake shop nearby. Are you hungry? We can grab some afternoon tea together.” “Sure,” I replied. Ordinarily, I might have suggested heading back to my house—it was only a short walk from where we stood. But I had no desire to return to that suffocating environment, and perhaps Thelma sensed it. She opened her mouth a few times, seemingly on the verge of asking something, but stopped herself each time.