Chapter Thirty nine
Mauve's POV I woke up alone, the sun streaming through the window and casting warm golden streaks across the room. The faint scent of pancakes and coffee wafted in, mingling with the crisp morning air. I stretched, my body still aching from the events of the past few days, but the warmth of the sunlight soothed me, if only a little. My eyes scanned the room. The triplets were nowhere to be seen. Sitting up, I noticed a note resting on the nightstand next to a neatly folded stack of clothes. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for it, the paper soft under my touch. The handwriting was bold and confident, but with a slight edge of carelessness that made me smile despite myself. “Mauve— We didn’t want to wake you. You looked like you needed the rest. Pancakes are on the stove, coff
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