Three days later, when I saw the visitors standing outside my tent, I was not the least bit surprised.Mom stood just beyond the entrance. For someone who had always been obsessed with cleanliness, the sight of mud caked along her pant legs was almost unthinkable.Even her usually well-maintained face looked lined with exhaustion.Jerome stood beside her, his hair an absolute mess. His bloodshot eyes suggested he had spent the night traveling without rest.The moment they saw me, their eyes lit up in unison, as though they had just found some precious treasure they had lost long ago.Jerome approached, reaching for my hand, but I stepped out of his reach.Just then, Gabriella came out from the tent.She glanced at me, then at Jerome. “Diana, who’s this?”“...A neighbor I knew when I was little.”Seeing how indifferent I was, Gabriella did not press the matter. Instead, she brought over two cups of tea.“This tea is brewed from herbs we gathered ourselves.”“You gathered these
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