-Elena-
“What would you like to eat?” Jane asked with a warm smile.
She had seated me at a large square table with high bar stools. The kitchen around me was expansive, far bigger than the one in my aunt’s home, with a stove, a long row of counters, and a double-doored fridge against the wall. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows behind me, casting a magical glow over the space. It all felt surreal—being in such a beautiful kitchen and being asked what I wanted to eat seemed too good to be true.
I hesitated, unsure if expressing any desire would lead to punishment. But Jane’s cheerful demeanor made me feel slightly more at ease.
“I’m a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself,” Jane said with a hint of pride, lifting her chin slightly.
I stared at Jane with a mix of confusion
