Back at Helen’s, steam rose from soup like a blessing. She wrote two small notes in looping cursive—You’re brave. You’re loved.—and slid them beside crackers and ginger tea.
Lisa watched her hands move. “I forgot how you do this,” she said. “Make everything feel… held.” Helen didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.
Some lessons are taught with boiling water and a steady spoon, not with speeches.
