Rhys set the phone down and looked at Sophie with a refreshing attitude. “Uhm… Who are L and S?” She scribbled it down and passed it to him. “Oh, they are one of our leading customers. The ones who are constantly ordering a lot of pumpernickels and rye bread.” She looked up into empty space, trying to rack her brain, barely remembering the particular company. Rhys cut in. “The company’s manager found your house and wanted you to bake white and wheat bread at ten p.m. Do you remember the incident?” A smile lit up her face, and she nodded in affirmation. Her mind drifted to the incident over two years ago. She had closed early from work, grabbing a beverage at the nearest convenience store and enjoying the breeze of the evening as she marched home. As she turned away from the busy highway into the less-populated alleyways, she plugged in her earphones and tuned the music to the highest volume, letting the stress of the day flow away. She had gotten noodles for dinner, cooked the
The bang on the door came loud, and there were random miscalculated pauses in between. The barrage of knocks came again and again, threatening to pull down the door, and yet the person on the other side didn’t utter a single word. Veronica picked herself up and walked very slowly to the door, twisting the knob to ward off her sister, but was surprised at who she found at the door—a younger version of herself. This girl had grown to be everything like her; the hair thickness and colour, the body shape, the shape of the lips, the inquisitive stare, and every other quality just screamed Veronica, except the age, of course, and there was more hope in her eyes than her predecessor. Her sweet, small eyes seemed to stare into her soul, and she stood at the door, staring without saying a single word. Veronica was expecting her to say something, shout, ask a question, or scream, but nothing came—just silence. The silence was deafening, and the stare started to give Veronica the creeps. “G
The dishes for the appetisers were packed away, and Eliana served the main course. If Eliana was not known for other things, she was known for being a good cook. The main course arrived, and the aroma of roasted meat filled the air. The dish, a tender and juicy slow-cooked beef Wellington, was presented with a practiced flair that was not Eliana’s character. The golden-brown puff pastry crust glistened, wrapped around a succulent fillet of beef, infused with the rich flavours of mushroom duxelles and a hint of red wine. The beef was cooked to perfection, pink in the centre, and looked like it would melt in the mouth. The accompanying roasted vegetables, a medley of carrots, Brussels sprouts, and red bell peppers, were caramelised to bring out their natural sweetness, providing a delightful contrast in texture to the savoury beef. The dish was served with a side of creamy garlic mashed potatoes, adding a comforting and indulgent touch to the overall experience. Sophie looked at the
Both of them burst into uncontrollable laughter, leaving Vivienne confused about what was going on around her. She looked around the room to see if there was something else that was making them laugh, but she couldn’t seem to find any clue. “Is there anything funny on my shirt?” she asked Sophie while she shook her head in negative. “Then, what’s going on?” she questioned again. “You... did... the signs very wrongly.” Rhys said, amidst laughter that almost sent him off the chair. “Do you know what you just said?” “What?” She was curious to know the mistake she had committed. “It was actually gibberish. We don’t even understand. It’s like mixing different consonants together.” “Duhh,” she shrugged and went over to the centre chair, leading Sophie to one of the chairs and pulling it closer to her. “You could have just called me to come meet you at home. What’s up?” “It’s about her mother.” Rhys responded, taking off his cap and cocking his head to one side. “Oh, please, tell me a
The evening with Vivienne was one of the best Sophie ever had in the village. Even from the start, when she had spoken gibberish with the sign language, Sophie had known they were off to a good start. As a remedy to help her heal faster, Vivienne had recommended that Rhys take her around the village, especially to places that might be of interest to her. Rhys had suggested no other place than the bakery, and if anything was going to buy her one more hour away from the choky mansion, Sophie was ready to go for it. And so they began their journey to the bakery at the centre of the market they had passed earlier. Approaching it, they saw the bakery named “Flour and Love," a name that sounded funny to Rhys for no obvious reason. It was a charming, rustic building with a warm, inviting façade. The exterior walls were made of natural stone that was probably hand-hewn, with a cheerful yellow door and matching shutters. A wooden sign creaked in the gentle breeze, bearing the bakery’s name
After some discussion and another round trip in the bakery, Rhys, Sophie, and Vivienne had had their fill of the experiences and of the pastries. Sophie had even succeeded in giving a baking tip to the business owner, and it was much appreciated. He made sure to pack enough for them and told them to come by anytime. They expressed their appreciation and went away to the second recommendation Vivienne had made: the florist’s shop. She had earlier told Sophie that she needed to bond with her mother; even though it might be painful, she needed to do it if she actually wanted to avoid that type of life for her children, like she had said. The florist's shop was a charming, family-owned florist's shop nestled in the heart of the bustling village. The exterior was unassuming, with a simple, yet elegant, wooden sign bearing the shop's name in golden letters. A delicate, hand-painted mural of intertwined flowers and vines adorned the walls, hinting at the beauty within. Upon entering, cust
In a very long time—that could be counted for as long as five years—the hug was the closest thing Rhys had had to what was described as an emotion-filled hug. Veronica had just given him something he didn’t know he yearned for, something he didn’t know how he wanted, until her frail arms came around his neck and she brought him in the hug.Even though he was taller and his head was way above Veronica’s own, the two women suddenly switched and buried their heads in his shoulder and chest, respectively. Without saying a word or a single plea, he knew he had just been added to the family and hoped that this woman was really the thing that Sophie read in her sister’s journal. Time will tell, he said to himself.After standing in each other’s embrace for more than three minutes, Rhys shifted his stance, softly telling them both that it was time to disengage. He didn’t want to be the party pooper to spoil the twenty-four-year relationship reunion, but his spine told him otherwise.The women
Sophie didn’t realize how hard she pushed her until she hit the cold, hard floor. The thud as she hit the wooden floor sent Sophie looking back at what she’d done. Veronica was on the floor, knocked out cold, and unconscious.The flurry of activities that happened next was a total blur to Sophie. Rhys came running out of the room in the direction of the sound while Eliana sprinted from the couch where she was sitting and made the entire stairs in a couple of minutes, much to the amazement of Rhys.He rushed to Veronica and first felt her purse, then checked her breathing. Everything was okay, and he looked up, nodding his head to assure them that all was well. Sophie stood there, petrified with fear and shame at what she had just done to a person she referred to as her mother.Without hesitation, Rhys swooped down and carried her in one go, taking her to the room she had been staying in while Sophie just stood in one spot, transfixed with shock.“Hey. I am going to need your help here