Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Owen didn't make a sound. To him, food was a means to refuel, and he never cared about the taste. "All clean now."

Glancing at the neatly arranged bell peppers and kale, it was evident the work of someone with a touch of OCD.

"What's so funny?" Owen asked, puzzled.

Roseanne cleared her throat. "Nothing. You should head out now."

"Okay." Owen dried his hands and nodded slightly.

Roseanne had made a whole spread of dishes, leaning toward the lighter side, the kind of food Madeleine could and would enjoy.

"It's kind of you to remember," Madeleine remarked, touched.

After the meal, Roseanne cleaned up without being asked. Owen naturally joined in to help.

While standing under the warm glow of the kitchen light, his silhouette elongated. From Roseanne's perspective, his finely chiseled profile resembled that of an ancient Greek statue. Madeleine leaned against the doorframe. "Anne, how did you meet Owen?"

favorite student. She had long wanted to introduce them to each other. Surprisingly, they had met each other beforehand due to a twist of fate. Just

to the living room, where a young woman rose from the sofa with a smile. "Ms. Payne,

"I remember.

smile brightened. "I heard you've been recuperating at

the gift box on the tea table. There

Her smile slightly faded.

"Last time, we talked about

gesture, but please take these back. As for the graduate program, it's competitive every year. Admission depends entirely on

Hertha was shocked.

at the hospital, Madeleine's words were full of encouragement, talking about "opportunities," "trying," and "doing your best." Why does she sound so different today?

so I can't keep you any longer. I'll have Bob help

what went wrong, she

in surprise, "What

white T-shirt paired with a quaint floral