Across town, Mrs. Salvador was hard at work in her kitchen. She had just hung up the phone with Miguel and was already preparing a nourishing soup to help Joanna recover.
She hummed to herself as she chopped vegetables and herbs, adding them to a large pot of boiling broth. The fragrant aroma of garlic, ginger, and turmeric filled the room.
"This will help her heal," she murmured to herself, her hands moving with practiced ease. "Poor Joanna. I know she has been through so much."
"I just wish I knew what happened," she continued, her voice heavy with worry. "Miguel won't tell me, but I can't shake the feeling that something isn't right."
She let out a heavy sigh as she stirred the soup, her thoughts consumed by the mystery surrounding Joanna's "accident".
