Chapter 116
Gwen The house's sewing machine cranked the fabric through, making neat lines of stitches. Genevieve’s gown was almost finished. I’d had nearly a week uninterrupted to work on it. Or perhaps, I’d been busying myself with it for a week. Jay was away, back at our pack. He’d made a list of people to talk to and check in with about Liam and Olivia. I shivered, scowling at the red and black fabric feeding through the sewing machine. At least I know they deserved what I did at the ceremony. I shook my head at what Jay had described to us about them. The door. The kids, the potential creepy puppets dropping them off. He was off getting more information from the pack and people they knew, while I was here. Sewing. I knew it was an important job, staying with Pepper. Especially after finding
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