Memory Lane

When Violet stepped into Archer and Mateo's childhood home, the scent of aged pine and lavender greeted her. It was a smell that instantly made her feel welcomed, largely thanks to the woman responsible for that warm ambiance—Seraphina.

Seraphina was a wellspring of experience and wisdom that Violet was increasingly drawn to.

Violet had been somewhat tentative initially, unsure of her place in this new family and life she was carving out for herself. However, Seraphina, as if sensing her unease, took it upon herself to foster a sense of home for her. The older woman's eyes, warm and soft like the earth after rain, twinkled as she invited Violet for a cup of herbal tea one afternoon in her rustic kitchen. This became their sacred ritual, their time to connect and share, to steep more than just leaves in boiling water.

"Have you ever tried chamomile, my dear?" Seraphina would ask, meticulously arranging a set of ceramic cups and a pot of herbal brew on a wooden tray. Their conversatio