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 to

rained the previous night-a storm she’d slept through, cocooned securely

questions, she hurried to turn on the water

hesitated, rooted

and reassured her gently, “I know this place is humble compared

make do for

long silence, Marcia murmured,

Elissa was content here, despite the simplicity of the space, which was

Marcia had showered and changed, she appeared somewhat

up a bowl of mushroom soup that filled the room with a

“Did you make

shook her head, “No, I’m not

Raphael made it.”

nodded, and then quietly sipped the

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