64 - Soren's Regret
Soren
“Good morning, Celia, I am attempting to make breakfast but I may need your help,” I say with a semblance of a smile on my face. A few eggs sit in the pan before me, the gas stove quickly heating the eggs up, the borders of the eggs browning.
Celia slowly enters the small area behind the counter, her hands hidden behind her back. She looks between me and the pan, her eyes irritated and red as if she has been crying.
“What happened? Is...everything okay?” I quietly ask. I drop the spatula onto the counter and look down at her. I take a step in her direction but she is quick to stop me.
Celia holds out an envelope in her hands. It is big and orange and I immediately recognize Bianca’s family’s wax seal on the back of the material. I fall silent, unable to form any kind of sentence or words to ask what it is that Bianca has sent for us.
Is it another threat? Has Bianca purposefully attacked Celia to the point where she looks like a zombie, completely dead inside and unable

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