Eli quickly wiped her face before answering. “Come in.”
Gia entered, carrying a thermos of warm water. The moment she saw Eli’s face, she knew the girl had been crying again. Still, Gia didn’t look surprised.
“How are you feeling?” she asked gently. Setting the thermos down on the table, she added in a soft voice, “It’s alright to cry, Miss.”
Eli lowered her head quickly. “I wasn’t—”
Gia smiled faintly. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed. I cry too when I’m sad.”
Eli didn’t respond. She simply stared down at the bowl of soup in front of her.
“I brought you some warm tea,” Gia said after a moment. “Would you like to try it?”
Eli hesitated for a while before finally nodding.
Gia immediately poured the lemon tea from the thermos into a porcelain cup, serving it slowly so Eli could enjoy it comfortably.
“Here you go,” Gia said.
“Thank you, Gia.” Eli looked down at the cup of lemon tea. Its gentle aroma was inviting, and thin wisps of steam rose from the surface—Gia had clearly just made it.
Gia remained standing beside the table for a moment before speaking again.
“I don’t know what kind of problem you’re going through, Miss,” she said carefully. “But it seems… very heavy.”
Eli slowly turned the teacup in her hands, her thoughts still tangled.
Gia continued calmly. “The people in this house are very kind. I’ve worked here for almost four years, and during all that time, they’ve always treated me well. As far as I know, they’ve never treated anyone badly.”
Eli stayed silent.
“That’s why,” Gia went on, “I’ve never had the slightest intention of doing anything wrong in this house. I wouldn’t dare.”
The words were simple, but their meaning was unmistakably clear to Eli.
Gia smiled gently. “Mrs. Althea is very worried about you, Miss. She asked us to keep an eye on you. If you develop a fever or wake up in a panic, we’re supposed to tell her immediately.”
Eli lowered her head again.
Her chest filled with an unfamiliar warmth. She looked down at the cup in her hands and took a slow sip. The sweetness blended with the light tang of lemon, soothing her in a way she hadn’t expected.
Perhaps it was the soup Althea had prepared. Or the note whose every word she had memorized. Or Gia’s quiet reassurance.
But something inside her began to shift. Slowly, a decision started to take shape in her mind. She had nowhere else to go. The one person she had trusted had lied to her for years.
And for the first time since morning, Eli realized something with absolute clarity.
She wanted to stay here. Not because she was forced to. But because she liked the people in this house.


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