Chapter XLIX: The Items
Liz wakes up to the scent of garlic sizzling in hot oil and the faint sound of water splashing. The house is already alive with movement. She stretches her arms, still feeling the weight of last night's dream. Her heart is heavy, but there's also a strange sense of clarity that lingers in her mind.
She makes her way downstairs, where her grandma is busy cooking breakfast. Dominga is scrubbing the bathroom tiles, humming softly to herself, while Dolores remains upstairs, still lost in sleep.
Liz takes her seat at the dining table, rubbing her sleepy eyes. "Buenos días," she greets them with a small smile.
Her grandma turns to her with a knowing look. "Hija, what's with the long face?" she asks, concern evident in her voice.
Liz hesitates for a moment before sigh
