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2024-10-29 19:42:56The next morning, I leveled up in willpower and extracted myself from Brandon’s arms before the Collins arrived. I got dressed in the bathroom to avoid waking him up with my noises, tucked him in and tiptoed out of my room. Trisha and Isaac were still sound asleep too, so the Manor was amazingly quiet.
The cat ball flashed the moment I paused outside the east parlor, and I went on to the kitchen with Lizzie, Cristine and the twins, who didn’t leave their new-found aunt’s side come hell or high water. Edward and Joseph joined us a moment later.
I wanted to know how Cristine was dealing with her situation, and while I made breakfast, they told me that despite her deep sadness, she felt welcomed and contented with them. Seeing how we were working nonstop to figure out what had happened to her, she trusted we would find a way to help her go back to her loved ones sooner than later.
They asked me about our findings, so I told them what little we act
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