Chapter 10 - The Last MidnightIt was midnight. Exactly six months to the day since I had found June eating cold rice on the stone floor of my pantry.
I walked down the grand mahogany staircase into the kitchen, wearing a simple black sweater. The house was dead silent, save for the low hum of the refrigerator.
I opened the pantry door. The strip of hallway light cut across the clean stone floor.
There was no cracked plate. No gray uniform. No hidden hunger.
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Instead, sitting on the marble kitchen island upstairs, a fresh note written in neat, elegant handwriting awaited me: “The fridge is fully stocked, Mr. Blackwell. And yes, I checked the inventory twice.”
I smiled to myself, turning off the hallway light, and for the first time in a very long time, I walked back upstairs to sleep through the entire night.
