CHAPTER 85 : IT'S BEEN A WHILE, TESSA.
*TWO DAYS LATER, SUNNYWALE*
"Get up, dear. Ria is here to pick you up."
Ellie groaned, burying her face deeper into the pillow as her grandpa chuckled from the doorway. Mornings here were always like this—gentle, unhurried, wrapped in warmth she hadn't realised she'd been starving for.
After leaving San Lorenzo, they had returned to Sunnywale—their hometown. A small village with barely six hundred people, where everyone knew everyone and kindness wasn't forced, it was instinctive.
Her grandparents' farmhouse stood quietly at the edge of green fields, holding memories older than pain, older than fear.
Like most families here, they were farmers. And when Ellie and her parents returned, they opened a small bakery alongside the farm. It wasn't grand—but it was theirs. Honest. Real.
