CHAPTER 81 THE TOY

The toy.

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Jessie took a leave from work, stating that she was unwell. I decided to visit her and properly package some broth for her. Then I went to her house.

I walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. I waited for a while before Jessie came and opened up. Her pale face greeted me. "Why do you look like a lifeless pillow?" I teased.

She forced a smile and leaned on the door.

I raised the bag in my hand and said with a smile, "I made some broth."

"Thank you," she said with a feeble voice as she collected the bag from me.

We both went inside, the warmth of her home replacing the chill from the cool air outside. I sank into the couch in the living room, its cushions soft and welcoming, while Jessie slowly walked to the kitchen to put the broth away.

She walked to the living room and joined me on the couch. "How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Well, I'm not dead," she said with a faint chuckle.

Her hand, seemingly unconsciously, kept twisting her hair. I could tell that something