Olívia gave a small smile, trying to hide the exhaustion that still clung to her like a thin fog.

“I’m better now, Grandma Olga. I think I overdid it… I suddenly craved ice cream with okra in the middle of the night,” she said with a short laugh. “Since there was no okra, I just had the ice cream. I guess that was it.”

Frederico lifted his gaze from his phone, his austere expression softened by a flicker of amusement.

“In that sense, you remind me of Meredith,” he said with a nostalgic half-smi