« Wonderful, » she replied. « So it’s settled. You’ll come. »
There was something strange in her tone.
A sweetness that felt a little too smooth, a little too practiced.
But I brushed the thought away as quickly as it came.
She was just happy, I told myself.
That was all.
There was something strange in her tone.
« I’ll pack tonight, » I said. « I’ve made jam. And I have gifts for the children. »
« They’ll love that, » she said. « See you soon. »
The line went dead before I could say goodbye, but I hardly noticed.
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