The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a long shadow across the snow-covered landscape leading to Elena's home. Inside was quiet, broken only by the soft hum of Maria’s movements. She hummed a gentle tune as she folded laundry in the living room, her dedication to keeping the place tidy unwavering. Since Elena’s hospitalization, Maria had taken it upon herself to care for the home, ensuring everything was in order for her return.
A knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. Frowning, Maria set down the laundry and headed to the door. Opening it, she was greeted by the sight of a man in his mid-thirties, his sharp jawline and confident posture softened by the genuine concern in his eyes.
“Good afternoon,” he greeted politely, his deep voice carrying an air of familiarity. “I’m looking
