STELLA'S POV
I ran my hand over the zipper of my suitcase and sighed softly as I folded the last of my clothes and arranged them inside.
I looked around the room I had stayed in for the past few days. This place felt like home, and I hadn’t realized it until now.
But now it was time to go back. James’s mother was doing so much better, and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.
I glanced around the room one last time when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said gently as I pulled the suitcase upright. The door opened, and James’s mother walked in.
She looked stronger now her color returning, her steps no longer fragile. There was a warmth in her eyes as she looked at me. For a moment, I wondered who was comforting who.
“You’re leaving already?” she asked, her voice carrying
