Marisol’s days had become a monotonous cycle of solitude and brooding, but today was going to mark a departure from her self-imposed confinement. She felt a weariness settling in, a realization that her plans to escape Redwood were going to be all for naught. With a heavy heart, she decided to step outside, seeking respite from the oppressive thoughts that haunted her. Maybe a little air would help pull her from the depressive state her situation had forced her into.
Surprisingly, Marisol found herself heading to the kitchen, where Lily welcomed her with a warm smile. The familiar aroma of food being prepared enveloped Marisol as soon as she stepped in.
“Marisol! What a pleasant surprise. It’s good to see you up and about. What brings you to the kitchen?” Lily inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine curiosity and warmth.
“I just needed a change, Lily. Mind if I help with something?” Marisol answered with a shrug, making Lily giggle lightheartedly.
“Of course. You’re always welcome here, you should know that by now,” she mused, letting Marisol step closer before gesturing at the countertop. “How about you chop up these vegetables while I prepare the main course?” Marisol nodded immediately, taking her place next to the other.
As they worked side by side, Marisol’s mind slowly began to ease. The rhythmic chopping, the clinking of utensils, and the sizzle of ingredients filled the air, creating a lighter atmosphere, one she found she could breathe better in.
“So, what’s been going on?” Lily hummed conversationally, breaking the silence after a few minutes of them silently falling into their roles, curiosity evident in her voice.
Marisol hesitated, unsure of how much she could share. “Just trying to find my place here, you know? It’s not been easy,” she resorted to saying, unconsciously sighing after her words.