Anne led Emily into her cozy kitchen, a warm, inviting space filled with the comforting aromas of home-cooked meals and memories. The kitchen was a little dated, with floral wallpaper and wooden cabinets, but it exuded a homely charm that made Emily feel instantly at ease. The girl glanced around, taking in the room’s quaint details – the collection of mismatched teacups hanging from hooks, the old-fashioned kettle steaming gently on the stove, and the sunlight filtering through lace curtains, casting intricate patterns on the floor.
Anne wiped her wet hands and, groaning from the pain in her back, went to
