~Celine~

~A week later~

“Pass me the salt, Celine,” Betty uttered as she tasted the pottage one more time. I reached for the salt that was near me and passed it to her as soon as I could.

“Thank you.” She responded with a smile, causing me to smile too.

Weird. I know that too. Since the pack meeting where I apologized, it’s been like this. She has become so unproblematic and is even teaching me how to cook. This disturbs me sometimes.

I try to see ...