She placed two roses in small vases, adding a touch of color.

While reading on the sofa, Elissa could glance up and enjoy the sight of the fresh roses, their bright blooms enhancing her mood.

Around 1@ in the morning, she set her book aside, thinking it was time for a break.

Then, unexpectedly, there was a knock at the door.

Curious, as few knew of their new address, she wondered if Raphael had forgotten something.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Peering through the peephole, she was surprised to see her mother, Marcia, looking distressed and disheveled.

Despite their strained last meeting, Elissa opened the door, her voice filled with concern, “Mom, what’s wrong? What happened?”

soaked

that it had rained the previous night-a storm she’d slept through, cocooned securely in Raphael’s

she hurried to turn on the water heater and offered Marcia

hesitated, rooted

her ear and reassured her gently, “I know this

make do

long silence, Marcia murmured, “This place is

of the space, which was scarcely

and changed, she

of mushroom soup that filled the room with a

“Did you

“No, I’m

Raphael made it.”

and then quietly

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