Chapter Seven

Della woke up early the following day, the sun streaming through the windows of her cosy flat. She made herself a cup of coffee and sat on the small balcony, taking in the peaceful view of the bustling street below. It was a new day, full of possibilities, and she felt a sense of optimism washing over her.

As she sipped her coffee, Della heard a faint rustling from the alley behind the café. Curious, she set down her mug and peered over the railing. Surprisingly, she saw a tiny kitten darting between the trash cans, its fur matted and dirty.

Without hesitation, Della sprang into action. She hurried downstairs, grabbed a bowl of milk from the kitchen, and went to the alley. The kitten hesitated initially, but the hunger in its eyes won out, and it cautiously approached Della.

Gently, Della set the bowl of milk down on the ground and took a step back, giving the kitten space to drink. It lapped the milk greedily, its small tail flicking back and forth in contentment.

As Della