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ᴀᴄʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏᴠᴇʀʏ
ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜱɪx
ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴇᴀʀꜱ
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MORGAN NEVER LIKED LYING,
morgan's mother had always emphasized honesty, ingraining in her that truth was always preferable. "Never lie to anyone," she would say, making it a value Morgan held on to.
Yet, here she was, facing Penelope, whose messy black hair was sloppily gathered into a ponytail on the verge of unraveling. Penelope stood in her military uniform, one that Morgan recognized well, having even taken care to clean it on occasion.
The spoiled food lay before Morgan, a decayed offering from weeks past. Neither she nor Penelope had been home since Penelope had claimed to be away on a mission.
"Why is all the food... I left for you spoiled?" Penelope asked.
Morgan blinked the slow, deliberate motion a momentary shield against the need to react to the pungent odor. Her hands clenched into fists as she fought the urge to gag.
The tension between Morgan and Penelope was harsh. Morgan could clearly see the anger etched across Penelope's face, but her own frustration mirrored it.
"I don't think a military mission takes two months, couldn't even stop by, could you?" Morgan spat out, her glare sharp as she confronted Penelope. "Sending damn letters with money in them."
"Morgan," Penelope responded through gritted teeth, "I don't have the kind of job where I can just leave. We've been through this. I just need to know, where have you been!"
Morgan's expression hardened, her lips pressing into a line as brown eyes locked with Penelope's blue ones. She was bursting to reveal everything, to unleash her pent-up feelings, yet the weight of the days slipping by and the ticking of time held her back. There was a secret swelling within her that she wasn't sure how much longer she could hide.
She was joining the scouts.
The very thing Penelope despised. Morgan sometimes wondered if Penelope's hatred for the scouts was tied to their father's death-a man who had fought for what he believed in, yet had always been trapped in a cage.
Morgan quietly slid the ring off her thumb, a secret she had kept from Penelope. She needed her sister to hold onto the belief that it was gone, lost just like the memory of their mother.
"Where have you fucking been!" Penelope's voice escalated into a shout, frustration boiling over as she swept the spoiled food from the table, her hands coming down with a loud smack against the wooden surface.
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Fanfiction"My knuckles were bruised like violets Sucker-punching walls, cursed you as I sleep talked" 𝑰𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉, All Morgan wanted was to rebuild what she had lost. "Spineless in my tomb of silence Tore your banners down, took the battl...
