Olivia didn't answer, but her crying grew stronger, her chest rising and falling in heavy, uneven waves.

"Go ahead, cry," Isis whispered gently. "Let it out. Get rid of that knot that's choking you. No one here is going to judge you." She gave a small, sad smile. "And hey… you can trust me. I keep secrets better than recipes." She paused, her gaze steady. "He won't find out. If that's what you're afraid of. I just want to help you."

Her voice was a rare mix of lightness and conviction. The s