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Chapter twenty one
Sara’s POV The next day started with a sense of anticipation. I woke up early, eager to spend the day with Mary and catch up on everything we had missed. After getting ready, I headed downstairs to find Mary already in the kitchen, making coffee. She was indeed making herself comfortable, I thought and smiled. “Good morning!” she greeted cheerfully. “Morning, Mary. Did you sleep well?” I asked, smiling. “Like a baby. This place is amazing, Sara,” she said, handing me a cup of coffee. We chatted over breakfast. Steph made pancakes and omelets. We were talking about old memories and future plans. It felt so natural to have her here, like a piece of home had followed me. I realized I missed her more than I thought I did. When my parents died, a part of me died too and I really want to r
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