Victoria was in the middle of sorting through some paperwork when she heard the soft knock on her door. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she was ready for another conversation with Rita, but with a deep breath, she stood up and walked to the door.

Opening it, she found Rita standing there, her posture tense but her eyes searching for something—perhaps understanding, perhaps peace.

“Rita,” Victoria said, a little uncertain.

“Can I come in?” Rita asked, her voice quiet, almost hesitant.

Victoria stepped aside, allowing Rita to enter. She could tell that there was something different about her today—something more open. She gestured to the couch. “Have a...