Chapter 71

• •Sofia•
• The kitchen was filled with the warm aroma of sizzling vegetables and the gentle clinking of pots and pans as Greta and I worked side by side, finishing up preparing dinner. I chopped fresh herbs with precision, and Greta stood at the stove, stirring a bubbling sweet sauce.
• As we worked, I felt Greta's gaze drift away from the stove, lost in thought. "You know, Alma was always the good one," she said, her words laced with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow.