Clara walked into a kitchen that looked more like a storm’s aftermath than a home — dishes piled high, stale food on the counter, the air thick with neglect. She didn’t complain. She rolled up her sleeves, tied back her hair, and got to work.
Soon, the smell of baking bread drifted through the ranch. Ethan, watching from the doorway, frowned in disbelief. That scent — warm and familiar — tugged at a memory he thought was gone forever.
“Eat, sir,” she said quietly.
Ethan took a bite. The taste was simple, comforting — the way his wife used to cook. He said nothing, just finished every morsel. Then he stood, his deep voice low but steady.
“Tomorrow at six. If you’re late, don’t come back.”
Clara smiled for the first time in months. “Thank you, sir. You won’t regret it.”
The Woman Who Brought Life Back
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