To Keep It for the One Who Deserved It

Vesper's POV

I nodded.

She looked at me for a while before raising a hand toward the chair across from her.

"Sit."

The chair was hard. After I sat down, I pressed my knees together, and I never let go of the bag in my hands.

The old woman spoke first.

"You didn't look like your mother when y...

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