Chapter - 227
After dinner, Jemimah excused herself from the table and headed to the kitchen, her silhouette moving gracefully as she worked. The sound of running water and clinking plates filled the otherwise quiet house, a comforting rhythm that echoed through the walls.
Rick's father, feeling the need to clear his head after the tense mealtime conversation, stepped outside to get some fresh air. The night welcomed him with its cool embrace, the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant chirping of crickets providing a soothing soundtrack to the evening.
Rick, his mind still swirling with unanswered questions and lingering doubts, made his way to the small room just below the staircase, a makeshift guest room for the night.
