Chapter 120

Maeve's POV

“Auntie, here—I wrote everything down,” I said, handing her the notepad with my scribbled instructions, my voice a bit too high-pitched from the nerves buzzing inside me.

The living room smelled like fresh laundry and the faint herbal tea she’d been sipping, a comforting reminder that she was home now, discharged from the hospital just yesterday.

Sunlight streamed through the curtains