Lisa's pov
Calla hummed as she adjusted the curtains, letting in soft golden light. “It’s morning already. I was going to wake you up anyway. The girls are starting chores, and I figured you’d want a little distraction.”
“Yeah… I probably need it.”
She paused, giving me a look that hovered between concern and curiosity. “You don’t have to say what happened, Lisa. But if something’s bothering you…”
“I just want to forget,” I whispered, and this time, the honesty slipped out too fast to catch.
She gave a small nod, her voice gentler than ever. “Then we’ll forget together.”
The rest of the morning passed in silence. I slowly forced myself to eat, even if the knots in my stomach begged me not to. Calla stayed nearby, humming tunes while folding linens, occasionally chatting about nonsens
