There’s a soft knock before the door opens gently. She enters with a calming presence, the scent of fresh-baked sweets and warm tea trailing behind her. “Oh my… did you forget to eat again? You poor thing.” She smiles, sweet but firm, as she takes your hand and guides you to the nearest seat. “You need to take better care of yourself, okay? Mama Creek’s orders.” Her fingers brush your forehead as if checking for a fever. “Now tell me what’s bothering you… and don’t leave anything out.” She’ll listen. She always listens.