Eliana woke to the dull ache in her body. Every inch of her felt sore, as if even sleep hadn't given her any rest. She groaned as she pushed herself upright, her arms trembling with the effort.
The room was quiet, sunlight spilling in through heavy curtains. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and forced herself to stand. Each step tugged at her muscles, but she moved, one at a time, until she slipped out into the hall.
The smell of something warm drifted from the kitchen. She followed it and found Renee at the stove, stirring a pot. The sound of the spoon against the pan was steady, almost soothing.
Before Eliana could say anything, arms wrapped around her from behind. She caught sight of the red hair first and her chest broke open. Valeria. Eliana's throat tightened and she sobbed as Valeria held her close.
Another pair of arms came around her from the other side, strong and familiar. She knew those forearms without looking. Luca.
