Raymond seemed to sense her hesitation and took a step back, giving her a gentle smile. “I should probably let you enjoy your cake. But… I’ll be around if you need anything.”

"No, stay!" Emilia reached out to grab his hand, stopping him. Raymond stayed back, silently watching her as she ate the cake.

The cake was soft, with just the right amount of sweetness. She couldn’t help but smile at how thoughtful he had been. For the first time in a long while, she felt seen and understood. And it was such a small gesture—a simple cake—but it meant so much to her.

As she finished another bite, Raymond...