Viya's POV
Mrs. Walsh was such a kind person.
I thought about it and nodded in agreement. "Alright. But let's be clear—just one meeting, and we won't discuss anything further after that."
"Deal!"
Megan beamed with joy.
After a busy afternoon, we finished dinner, and the remaining ravioli filled more than half of my freezer.
Afraid I might get tired of one flavor, Megan had thoughtfully prepared three different fillings so I could alternate.
I felt a bit embarrassed. "Mrs. Walsh, I can't eat all these. Please take some back with you."
"No need, no need. I can make more anytime," Megan insisted, putting on her shoes to leave. She didn't forget to add, "If you're craving anything in the next few days, just text me. I'll make it and bring it over."
For a brief mome
