CHAPTER 256: FRACTURING BONDS

“Bella,” Maria called out as she stood in front of the closed door, holding a silver tray loaded with a bowl of warm oatmeal, fresh berries, a cup of chamomile tea, and a small glass jar of traditional almond biscuits. “I brought you breakfast.”

“I told you I don’t want to see anyone,” Bella’s muff...

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