Yardsticks: Chapter 39

Yelena

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here was a sewing machine on the table. And a serger. And on the side, on an open ironing board, a steamer.

I took a step closer, inspecting the sewing machine’s model. Bernina 770, the real thing, and brand new.

This wasn’t Moriz’s cheap Singer. We had professional-grade sewing equipment in our house, in my sewing room.

“H-how did these get here?” I sputtered. “Whose are these?”