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Chapter 69

Lysander's Point of View

Mother was in the kitchen again. Cooking away. Baking cookies this time. I wondered what Isaac had done now to earn her silence. Her wrath. From the looks of things, he had messed up big time. An exam that he didn't study for, perhaps? She hated baking cookies. But she did it when things didn't go her way. Or Isaac and I messed up.

"Good morning, ma." I chimed from the door. Unlike most mornings where I slipped in, I didn't linger. Instead, I sat down at the table. Watched her grind out some cookies onto parchment paper. Her head bobbed in acknowledgment. The most I would get since she was in a mood.

The sun lazily flooded into the kitchen window. Cast her apron in glaring red. Her hair glinting lightly. A halo. Fit, seeing as my mother was the closest thing I had seen to an angel. Although, Nerezza now slowly overlapped my mother. Clawed her way to the top.

I remained silent long enough for the woman to stop her working. She turned around. Wiped flour on her
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