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"So it comes to this. I'd hoped it would never go this far, but what you've done…" Macy squeezes a fist, forcing the tension out in a breath. "This brings me no joy."
Claire scoffs.
"It doesn't."
The stony glare doesn't diminish, the hands she'd once held lovingly didn't loosen.
"Claire Moorington… you are hereby banished, to live your days in exile from this place. You may find peace someday… but it won't be in my kitchen."
Claire's eye twitches.
"It wasn't that bad!"
"My wok is ruined!" shrieks Macy. "There's a hole the size of Lance's ass in it!"