Lily’s thought.

Lily.

As I continued to putter around the house, tidying here and there, I could feel a sense of contentment settle over me. There's something therapeutic about the simple act of cleaning, isn't there? So, lost in my thoughts, I didn't hear Mrs. Donovan enter until she let out an exasperated sigh.

"Lily, what are you doing?" Mrs. Donovan's voice cut through my reverie, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway, a disapproving frown etched on her face.

I couldn't help but smile at her concern. "Oh, just a bit of tidying up," I replied lightly, trying to downplay my actions.

"But I told you not to stress yourself," Mrs. Donovan insisted, her tone tinged with worry. "You need to take it easy, especially now."

I nodded understandingly, but couldn't resist the urge to defend my actions. "I know, I know," I said, my smile widening.

"But it's just a few small things. I can't help myself."

Mrs. Donovan shook her head, clearly unconvinced. "You're too stubborn for your own good, Lily,"