Chapter 60 Ella Walker

• Ella Walker
• The morning arrived with a sweet weight on my chest. Tomorrow, I would marry the love of my life. And yet, with everything planned, the dress hanging up, the flowers chosen, the vows written, my heart still felt burdened by something more. As if it knew, silently, that before building something new, there were still wounds that needed revisiting.
• I joined my mother, Amélie, along with my mother-in-law Laís, Helena, and Fay, as we headed to the old parish that had been turned into a shelter. The gothic structure, perfectly restored, still held a sacred atmosphere, but now there was life, children running around, women helping with chores, voices echoing through the halls with something that, however subtle, felt like hope.