The afternoon sun softly lit the kitchen, filling the room with a golden glow. The cozy chairs seemed to hug them, mirroring the comfort and understanding they found in each other. Eliza, however, seemed a tad distant today, her gaze occasionally drifting to the window as if expecting something or someone. Lila noticed Eliza’s fingers nervously twining and untwining with the tassels of the chair’s cushion, a rare show of unease from the usually composed woman.
Lila finally spoke. “Thank you for all your help, Eliza. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Eliza looked at Lila, her face growing serious. “I hate how we first met, keeping you captive. It felt so wrong... It went against everything I believed in. But I’m grateful for the chance to redeem myself and to help you now.”
Lila
