NADIAWhen I walk into the shelter’s dining hall, Laura is already laying out food, chatting animatedly with the matron. The moment she spots me, she hands the tray to the older woman and touches her shoulder gently. “My sister is here,” she says with a warm smile. Then she hurries over and wraps her arms around my neck. “I’m so sorry about the way I went off on you earlier, Nadia.”I cup her face and kiss her forehead. “It’s fine. You were right. And I appreciate you always keeping me in check.”She nods, grabs my hand, and pulls me toward the long table in the center of the room. “Come and see what I did with the dessert!” she says, practically glowing with childlike excitement.Laughing, I follow her—until I reach the table and stop short.It’s beautiful. Cookies shaped like dogs and other animals are arranged neatly on the trays. I pick one up, but instead of eating it, I trace its edges with my finger.“What does it remind you of?” she asks softly, resting her head lightly on my
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