Margery’s scowl revealed her discomfort as she hesitated, “Oh, uh, no, I don’t need help, thank you.” Lily sensed an uneasiness, wondering if she truly belonged in the kitchen or if it was just her imagination. Undeterred, Lily moved toward the counter, determined not to let it slide.
With a purpose, she reached for a knife, ready to unravel the mystery and confront whatever was lingering beneath the surface. The tension in the room hung like a veil, hinting at unspoken truths that Lily was now poised to uncover.