Chapter 58

Valeria’s POV

The rest of the afternoon flew by as I helped in the kitchen, chopping, stirring, and plating. For a while, I almost forgot the weight of everything else; there was something peaceful in the rhythm of cooking, in sharing this space with Greta. We weren’t exactly friends, but the gap between us felt a little smaller, and that was enough.

After we’d finished and I’d thanked her for her