Love's Journey Through Grief

She buried a wife and kept the stepdaughter. Two years of quiet grief until Tiffany moved in and things started feeling alive again. Mia still lives under that same roof like a ghost with living expenses. The girl barely clears enough to cover coffee. So she turns her hands into a secret income, rubbing strangers until their muscles forget who they own them to. Tiffany watches it all and decides a leash can be knotted from private knowledge. One night she slips into Mia's room, reads the diary, smells the cheap lotion on the pages. Next day she phones the agency under a stranger's name and books the two of them for a couples massage, routing the appointment straight to Mia.