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?”

shivering, soaked

Elissa that it had rained the previous night-a storm she’d slept through,

turn on the

rooted to

and reassured her gently, “I

make do

a long silence, Marcia murmured, “This

despite the simplicity of the space, which was scarcely larger than a bathroom in

and changed, she appeared somewhat

a bowl of mushroom soup

“Did you

I’m

Raphael made it.”

nodded, and then

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