Mrs. Salvador brushed Joanna's hair away from her face, her heart breaking for the young woman.
She changed the subject, wanting to focus on Joanna's recovery. "Let's get you sitting up, my dear," she said, gently helping Joanna into a sitting position. "And let's get some of this soup for you."
She ladled a portion of the soup into a bowl, the steam rising in the air. "Here," she said, handing the bowl to Joanna. "This will help you heal."
Joanna smiled weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Mrs. Salvador," she said, taking a small sip of the soup.
Joanna's hands trembled slightly as she held the bowl of soup, her face drawn with exhaustion. Mrs. Salvador watched her carefully, her heart filled with compassion.
"Joanna, my dear," she said, her voice gentle. "I want you to know that I am here for you, no matter what. You are like a daughter to me, and I will do everything in my power to help you heal."
