The warm aroma of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies filled the air as Grace and Elena worked side by side in the kitchen. The countertops were dusted with flour, and a tray of gingerbread cookies was cooling near the window. Christmas carols played softly in the background, setting a festive mood, though Elena’s mind was far from the holiday cheer.
Grace glanced at her daughter, who was focused intently on rolling out dough. “You’ve been awfully quiet this morning,” Grace said, a hint of teasing in her voice. “Something on your mind?”
Elena shrugged, avoiding her friend’s gaze. “Just enjoying the peace.”
Grace chuckled. “Peace? That’s not what I’d call this kitchen. Flour everywhere, sugar on the floor…” She paused, her tone softening. “But seriously, Elena, are you okay? You seemed a
