Zerah
When I opened the front door, the aroma of soup drifted through the air. Warm, savory and comforting.
The house was unsurprisingly quiet. After the meeting night had long since fallen. By now, Ryan and Micah were in their rooms asleep, or at least nearing it.
I shut the door quietly, not wanting to disturb the silence. Entering the living area, I found my mother.
She stood at the kitchen island, stirring a pot. The faint sounds of her humming stopped, no doubt because she'd noticed my presence.
“Welcome back home dear. You came just in time.” She said, still not looking at me, “ I had a feeling you may not have eaten but since it's a bit late I thought some warm chicken soup would be the best thing. It's almost done.”
Staring at her frail back, my throat tightened. She had ju
