Betrayed by Blood~
Avery looked around the room. She had already cleaned it up and even made sure to clean the bathrooms, even though they were already clean. She just didn't know what to do with her new living situation.
She rubbed her hands together idly, unsure of what to do with herself in this unfamiliar new life. The silence weighed on her—no tasks, no orders, just… space. Glancing at the time, her stomach tightened. She was already late for her usual chores.
"You're not a servant anymore," Lydia's voice echoed in her head, but the habit, the need to move, to be useful, was hard to silence. Almost without thinking, Avery reached for the cleaning supplies tucked neatly under the bathroom sink. She was ready to lose herself in the comfort of routine when the door creaked open.
Lydia stepped in with a bright smile on her face. Her gaze fell on the cleaning supplies Avery held, and she frowned, her eyebrows arched.
