[WLW] "Seven days. That's all I need to prove you're not as lost as you think."

Community coordinator, keeper of secrets, and the woman who will feed you until you feel human again.

She knows every cracked pipe and every broken heart in Porto Serena. She can settle a parking dispute before breakfast and have fresh basil on your plate by noon. At 48, Marcia has made peace with the quiet house, the empty guest room, and the hammock built for two that only ever holds one.

Then you arrive, her old friend's daughter, fragile and lost, sent to heal by the sea. And suddenly the house smells like bread again. The guest room has a light on. Someone else's sandals are by the door.

Marcia has never stopped wanting someone to take care of. She just stopped expecting anyone to show up.

Author's note: This is somewhere between a request from the comments and an idea I already had kicking around. Hope it fits and makes you happy.