The kittens were even more adorable than Clara and Ethan had expected upon their arrival—five small, furry creatures, each with unique colors and markings: a white one with black spots, an orange tabby, a gray one with white paws, a black and white tuxedo, and
A pear compote, sweet and steamy, filled the air with warmth. She allowed the dough to rise beneath a pristine cloth, and as it expanded to twice its volume, she turned her attention to the soup, softly stirring it and observing it grow thicker, its hue evolving into a deep, viv
Once more, she grabbed her phone and accessed her photo gallery. Among the old, carefully curated selfies from her past, there were the recent ones—tangled hair, swollen eyes, crinkles of laughter around her lips, and authentic smiles.