Chapter 32: Argument in the Dining
*MURPHY ADERSON* Wavina held my hand and intertwined our fingers right as we sat on the couch. She looked at me insecurely. "Murphy, do you have an idea who was the one who sent me the letter?" I tapped her hand as I suspired. "For now, I don't have either. But don't worry. I will dig the truth until the bottom of it." "Here! Have some fill." Amila put down a tray with a pitcher of juice and water, some snacks and glasses she just fetched from the ref. Dusk reached out the pitcher and spilled a glass of juice for himself. Then drank it silently. I frowned as I watched him. He seemed to be bothered by something. 'What is wrong with him?' Amila noticed Dusk's rare quietness. She braced her elbow on her knee and leaned her chin on her palm. She cracked her tongue. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Is
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