STELLA

I ran my hand over the zipper of my suitcase and sighed softly as I folded the last of my clothes and arranged them inside.

I looked around the room I had stayed in for the past few days. This place felt like home, and I hadn’t realized it until now.

But now it was time to go back. James’s mother was doing so much better, and I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

I glanced around the room one last time when I heard a soft knock on the door. “Come in,” I said gently as I ...