CHAPTER 21
Elsie's POV
My mother set the plate down in front of me like she hadn’t just tried to verbally exorcise my tattoos ten minutes ago.
Steaming rice, sambar still bubbling, okra fried to perfection with curry leaves and just enough chili to bite back—she was angry, yes, but she hadn’t forgotten how to...
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Chapters
1. CHAPTER 1
2. CHAPTER 2
3. CHAPTER 3
4. CHAPTER 4
5. CHAPTER 5
6. CHAPTER 6
7. CHAPTER 7 
8. CHAPTER 8
9. CHAPTER 9
10. CHAPTER 10
11. CHAPTER 11
12. CHAPTER 12
13. CHAPTER 13
14. CHAPTER 14
15. CHAPTER 15
16. CHAPTER 16
17. CHAPTER 18
18. CHAPTER 18
19. CHAPTER 19
20. CHAPTER 20
21. CHAPTER 21
22. CHAPTER 22
23. CHAPTER 23
24. CHAPTER 24
25. CHAPTER 25
26. CHAPTER 26
27. CHAPTER 27
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