Nothing More Than Friends

When Valerie stepped inside, Martha was carefully tidying up and quietly mopping the floor in the entryway. Her movements were quiet and deliberate, making the atmosphere feel heavy and tense.

Diana sat upright in the center of the living room sofa, her face showing a faint ashen pallor.

Camilla smiled faintly when she saw Valerie return, as if nothing had happened.

"Camilla, Mom," Valerie asked n