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Eva

Six hours ago...

Standing beside Thelma in our cozy kitchen, I methodically chopped vegetables for dinner. The tantalizing aroma of sautéed ginger usually filled me with warmth and comfort, but today it was suffocating. I covered my nose, scrunching my face in disgust.

"Thelma," I choked out, "I...I don't know what's wrong. This smell is nauseating."

She turned to me