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Chapter 24
Mr. Green POV My days seem pointless now Sara is gone. I have no reason to stay here. All her life I have watched her grow, and protected her from afar. What now is my task? Reaching further into the raised bed, I snip a few more herbs to brew some tea for Marianne. She's not been the same since that night. She is a broken woman. To be honest, her husband broke her long ago. Now she is simply surviving, like a zombie, a walking dead. I slightly hissed as I caught my fingertip with the sharp secateurs. Oh. It's a nasty cut, one that goes rather deep. Instinctively, I shook my hand before sucking at the wound. How could I be so clumsy? Shaking my head in disbelief, I got to my feet, picking up the old wicker basket from the floor. Walking from the herb garden was always a peaceful walk. Ver
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