The villa was quiet when Isabelle returned. As soon as she pushed the door open, the aroma of simmering broth drifted faintly from the kitchen.

Auntie Mai came out in her apron, her round face breaking into a wide smile. “Miss Isabelle, you’re back!” she greeted cheerfully. She made to reach for the folder in Isabelle’s hands. “Let me take that for you.”

“No need,” Isabelle shook her head lightly. “It’s only a file.”

Auntie Mai chuckled, her eyes crinkling ...