C17 The regret

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“I’m going to grab water,” I said, standing. “Want anything?”

“I’m good. Bring me back a cookie if there are any left, though. Peace-offering cookies taste better when stolen.”

I promised I would and slipped out into the hallway. The mansion was quiet in that expensive way that only very large houses managed,thick carpets swallowing footsteps, distant appliances humming