Chapter 164 Warm Plates For Cold Stomachs
- AUTHOR POV
- Clarissa sank into a woven chair. Denzel’s aunt served steaming bowls of chicken soup into their hands—rich broth and white rice, the warmth seeping into Clarissa’s bones.
- Tessa sat on the edge of a cushioned bench, spoon hovering. She took a sip. The soup was healing, somehow. She closed her eyes, letting the salty broth nourish her.