Chapter 32 Fault Line
- After dinner, I cleared the plates with Martha’s help, letting her pour the leftover water into the sink and stack a few dishes. Her little hands were clumsy, but she hummed happily, a soft tune from earlier in the day.
- Once the kitchen was tidied, I guided her upstairs. “Time for bed, princess,” I said, brushing a few stray hairs from her forehead.
- “Nooooo!” she groaned, dramatically collapsing onto her bed.