Watching Isadora devour her food with her usual enthusiasm, I couldn’t help but feel an odd sense of peace. It was a peculiar scene—one I had witnessed countless times before under the guise of her “poison testing.”
She ate with an unrestrained joy that made everything else fade into the background, even if only for a brief moment. Her appetite was comically mismatched with her petite frame. The faint sounds of satisfaction she made as she chewed almost brought a small smile to my lips.
What is wrong with me? I shook the thought away, reminding myself that this was the same girl who constantly tested my patience and left my shirts ruined with her tears just days ago. Yet, here I was, oddly content, as though her presence filled a void I hadn’t even realized existed.
When she finally fin
