C53 A Difficult Day for Hazel

Hallen stood still, her lips seemingly sealed. Her face reflected a heavy inner struggle, as if she were about to step into an abyss of uncertainty. Her restless gaze flickered toward Hazel, then back down, as though trying to gather the courage. Her breath was shallow, and her wrinkled fingers clutched tightly at the apron she wore.

“Miss...” Hallen finally spoke, but her voice was very soft