Zoe’s mother replied:

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll leave you two alone now. But, Zoe… my love… eating is also taking care of yourself. And I know you have that strength somewhere inside you.”

She stroked her daughter’s face and, before leaving, kissed Celina’s forehead.

“Take care of her, mama-to-be. And take care of yourself too.”

When the door closed, Celina walked over with the bowl of soup in her hands. She sat at the edge of the bed and touched Zoe’s shoulder.

“Amiga… look at me.”

It took a moment, but Zoe finally turned her face, eyes glassy and swollen.

“I’m not hungry, Celina…”

“But you’re going to eat. Even if it’s just two spoonfuls. It’s not only your body that needs fuel. Your mind, your heart… everything in you is exhausted, I know. But this soup your mother made? It’s more than food. It’s pure love.”

She scooped a spoonful and brought it gently to her friend’s lips with a soft but determined smile.

“Come on, just one. For me?”

Zoe huffed, clearly unwilling. But she opene