The Wrong Woman

Half an hour later, Sienna saw Shelly return to the ward, but Daniel was nowhere in sight. She felt a pang of disappointment.

Shelly comforted her, explaining, "Daniel just got called in for an urgent task, so he went to the police station."

Sienna managed a faint smile and let out a soft hum in response. She understood the demands of Daniel's job. Even so, the way he left without a word made her feel somewhat disheartened. Shelly smiled warmly as she unpacked the food. "I got your favorite ravioli for you."

"Thanks, Mom," Sienna replied, sitting up and noticing Felix engrossed in a game on the couch.

Sometimes, Sienna couldn't help but envy Felix. How could he remain so carefree and untouched by the weight of responsibility or pressure?

Even on the most challenging days, he seemed to float through life without a worry in the world.

Approaching Sienna with the ravioli, Shelly said softly, "Let me feed you."

"It's okay," Sienna replied, mustering a helpless smile as she took the take-out box from her mother. "Mom, I'm not seriously injured. I can manage on my own."

Shelly settled into the chair across from Sienna. She gazed at her daughter

to keep Sienna company. Felix had been lying on the couch, engrossed in his

was still at it. She glanced at her phone and found no new notifications. Later, she drifted back

the dense foliage outside.

as serious,

her phone, a

been swamped

work matters. I'll manage.

further exchanges since

a bit stronger with each passing day.

sky was clear, and the air was crisp. The streets were glistened with moisture,

on her electric scooter and zipped from her place to Daniel's. He was

own hands. Even a