Zora’s POV
I approached the designated spot in the room with a clear goal in mind – conquering the day’s chores, starting with the seemingly simple task of washing the curtains. Anticipation fueled my steps, but as I crossed the threshold, reality delivered an unexpected blow.
The emptiness of the space where the curtains should have been struck me with confusion. My eyes darted around the room, searching for any sign of the neatly packed bundle. “What on earth?” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper, as if saying it louder would make the situation less surreal.
A perplexed frown crept onto my face, mirroring the bewilderment swirling within. I retraced my mental steps, trying to recall if I had misplaced them or perhaps chosen a different location. Yet, the clarity of my memory c
