Rosemary PoV
I hummed as I made food. Saf had gotten a filtration system for the water. But for now, he wanted us drinking bottled water as a safety precaution. None of us had expected Cyra to poison the river. It made my heart break, thinking of all the wildlife her actions must've hurt.
I continued to hum softly, my hands deftly chopping vegetables for the stew. The rhythmic sound of the knife against the cutting board was a comforting cadence amidst the turmoil our village had faced. The kitchen was warm and inviting, the scent of fresh herbs mingling with the aroma of simmering broth.
My husband was right to be cautious. The filtration system was a necessary safeguard, but the bottled water was a more immediate solution. We couldn't afford to take any chances, not after what Cyra had done.
