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?”

stood shivering, soaked to

that it had rained the previous night-a storm

hurried to turn on the water heater and

rooted to

unease, tucked her hair behind her ear and reassured her gently, “I know this

make do for

a long silence, Marcia murmured, “This place

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

showered and

bowl of mushroom soup

“Did you make

head, “No, I’m not much

Raphael made it.”

then quietly sipped

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