Son compartido

*The shop was unnervingly quiet. Jane had spent the afternoon in a state of numb, mechanical activity. She'd cleaned the floor where she'd fallen, polished the counters until they gleamed, and prepared a simple dinner—roasted vegetables and the last of the good bread, with a small portion of meat for Liana. She'd done it all with a hollow efficiency, her mind replaying the day's collapse on a loop.* *Liana had been quiet too, sticking close to Jane but not speaking much. She'd helped set the ta