The hospital room was filled with warmth as Serena took her first sip of the hot soup Mrs. Winthrop had carefully prepared.
The rich aroma filled the air, mixing with the sterile scent of the hospital.
Mrs. Winthrop watched her daughter with soft eyes. “Drink slowly, Serena. It’s still hot.”
Serena nodded, taking another careful sip.
The warmth spread through her, soothing her throat. “It’s really good, Mom. Thank you for making it.”
Mrs. Winthrop smiled, pleased.
“You need something warm in your stomach after what happened. I don’t want you getting sick on top of everything else.”
Amy, now freshly bathed and wearing a new pink dress, sat beside her mother on the hospital bed, her tiny hands fidgeting with Serena’s sleeve.
“Mommy, do you feel all better now?”
Serena turned to h
