Emma

I push open the front door, the weight of the day heavy on my shoulders. The office felt endless, every email, every meeting pulling at me, until my head throbbed with exhaustion.

 But as soon as I step inside the house, a rich, warm smell wraps around me, garlic, spices, something delicious sizzling on the stove. 

My stomach tightens, and for the first time all day, I feel a small sense of relief. Whatever’s cooking smells like home in the best possible way, a reminder that someone cares enough to make the evening feel gentle.

I drop my bag by the door and follow the scent to the kitchen. ...