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 to

dawned on Elissa that it had rained the previous night-a

on the water heater

hesitated, rooted to

tucked her hair behind her ear and reassured her gently,

make do for

long silence, Marcia murmured,

clear to her that Elissa was content here, despite the simplicity of the space, which was scarcely larger than a

Marcia had showered and changed, she appeared somewhat

a bowl of mushroom soup that filled the room with a

“Did you

head, “No, I’m not much

Raphael made it.”

then quietly sipped

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