The hospital room was filled with warmth as Serena took her first sip of the hot soup Mrs. Winthrop had carefully prepared.

The rich aroma filled the air, mixing with the sterile scent of the hospital.

Mrs. Winthrop watched her daughter with soft eyes. “Drink slowly, Serena. It’s still hot.”

Serena nodded, taking another careful sip.

The warmth spread through her, soothing her throat. “It’s really good, Mom. Thank you for making it.”

Mrs. Winthrop smiled, pleased.

“You need ...