ELLAI had spent the weekend recuperating—being home and in my own bed did wonders. I was finally in a space no one could barge into and make me feel uncomfortable, except, of course, for the occasional doorbell that went off at specific times of the day.It had started the same morning Quincy dropped me off. That afternoon, I heard the bell and slowly dragged myself to the door, only to find no one there. Instead, a basket filled with food items sat on the porch, with a get well soon note attached.At first, it was strange to receive something without knowing who it came from. But when another basket arrived later that evening, I decided it was a welcome development.Whoever was sending it had saved me the trouble of cooking or spending more money to order food—and for that, I was grateful. I would’ve liked to know who was behind the kind gesture, but if they preferred to stay anonymous, that was fine by me. Sooner or later, I’d find out. Right now, I just needed to get my strength b
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