Chapter 60

As Soren took the offered drink, his fingertip grazed Tara's. Oblivious to the fleeting contact, Tara didn't react, but Soren's eyebrow arched subtly as he took a sip. Joseph, receiving his own labeled cup, was taken aback by the unexpected thoughtfulness. His earlier prejudice against Tara now seemed trivial, a wave of shame washing over him. He then discreetly captured a photo of Soren contentedly drinking the hot beverage, a rare departure from his usual preference for cold drinks. Focused on her tasks, Tara inquired, "Mr. Farrell, would you care for some fruit?" A quick glance at the wall clock reminded her that breakfast had been two hours prior. "Open it and let me see," Soren replied dismissively, his lack of interest evident. At his response, Tara unzipped the insulated bag, retrieved a container, and presented the contents. To ensure fairness, she divided the fruit into separate containers for four people, allowing each to enjoy it at their own convenience. She knew that