Emilia worked alongside Madonna in the kitchen, the warmth of the stove filling the air with the rich aroma of stuffed pancakes. Each pancake sizzled softly as it browned to perfection, its golden edges promising a delicious treat. As Emilia turned off the stove, she carefully arranged a few of the pancakes on a plate, her hands moving with practised ease.
This small act was more than just preparing food; it was her way of expressing gratitude. Daniel, after all, had granted her a kindness she hadn’t expected. He allowed her to visit the little cat every day for an hour, and in her eyes, this gesture deserved a proper thank you, no matter how modest.
Setting the plate on the counter, Emilia poured a mug full of freshly brewed coffee, the steam rising gently into the cool air of the kitc
