Chapter One Hundred And One
Venessa’s POV
The morning sun at Grandma’s cottage was beautiful. It did not feel like the city at all. In the city, the sun came up behind tall buildings made of glass and grey stone. It woke you up with the sound of loud cars, angry horns, and people rushing to work. But here in this small town, the morning felt like a slow, warm blanket.
Sunlight came through the white lace curtains in the kitchen. It made pretty patterns of light and shadow on the wooden floor. The whole house smelled amazing. Grandma was standing by the stove, her old hands moving with ease. She was frying sweet plantains in a pan. The sound of the oil bubbling was soft and comforting. Next to the stove, a fresh pot of coffee was brewing. The rich, dark smell filled every corner of the s
