𝓒𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓪

Mini came over that evening, lending me another recipe book. She coughed repeatedly as I thanked her, the action clearly causing severe pain.

"Are you okay?" I asked, my brows furrowing with concern.

She nodded through her coughs. "Just getting a cold. Thank you though."

I nodded, placing the book on the counter.

"Violet isn't here is she?" Mini asked.

I shook my head, "no. She's working tonight."

Mini nodded, placing a hand on her chest. "Do you know if Dominic has told her yet?"

My brows furrowed, and I shook my head, confused by this myself.

"Ah," she coughed. "He needs to soon. If he goes through with it, that is." She smiled, clearly proud of her son. I opened my mouth to ask before she excused herself, grabbing her coat as she went out.

I felt a mix of emotions: curiosity about Dominic, concern for Mini.

I decided to make some tea and read through the recipe book Mini gave me, hoping it would distract my thoughts. But as I flipped through the pages, I couldn't shake off the strange feeling swelling inside me.