Photos, documents...
These two things gnawed at Mia like a bone-deep erosion, causing pain every time she thought of them.
Isabella burst in from outside, beaming. "Cousin..."
Mia snapped back to reality as Isabella ran up to her and hugged her. "Thanks for your help, cousin. Anthony has been released from the police station..."
She leaned on Isabella's shoulder, feeling tired.
Isabella noticed that she hadn't spoken for a while and gently loosened her grip, asking with concern, "What's wrong, cousin? You don't look well."
She continued to lean on Isabella, craving the warmth of a comforting embrace at that moment.
"Cousin..." Isabella sensed something was off.
She didn't speak, just leaned against Isabella, her body seemingly relying on Isabella's support.
"Cousin, cousin..." Isabella was frightened by her state and called out to her several times.
"It's nothing. Just let me lean on you for a bit." She answered Isabella, her eyes unfocused.
"But cousin, you..."
