That night, the kitchen was filled with the soft sounds of water splashing and dishes clinking. Maya and Georgiana were cleaning up after dinner, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. The warm glow of the kitchen lights made everything feel cozy and safe.
"Can you pass me the sponge, please?" Maya asked, her hands submerged in soapy water.
"Sure! Here you go," Georgiana replied, smiling as she handed over the sponge. She felt content, enjoying this quiet moment with her best friend.
As they worked, the phone rang, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. Maya’s heart skipped a beat. “I’ll get it!” she said, drying her hands quickly on a towel.
Georgiana continued rinsing the dishes, her mind wandering. She didn’t pay attention to what Maya was saying on the phone. Instead,
