She knew that handwriting very well.

Ethan wrote it. There were at least a thousand ribbons on the tree.

"Ms. Olivia, Mr. Miller wrote all of these. I think he loves you very deeply."

Olivia didn't reply to that. "I'll go in and check on Martha."

Martha looked younger. She felt more at ease as the days got better. She was very welcoming when she saw that Olivia had come.

She went to the chicken coop and picked out a chicken.

"You're finally here, Olivia. You've lost so much weight. I'll cook this chicken for you. You have to eat it."

Olivia couldn't say no. So, she went to the kitchen to help Martha prepare the food.

Unexpectedly, the kitchen was completely modernized. Gone were the days when they couldn't even afford to eat meat.

"Martha, has Jack come back recently?"

As she prepared the ingredients, Martha said, "I haven't seen him in a long time. But he would call me occasionally to let me know he's safe."

Olivia's eyes lit up. "How often do you get his calls?"

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