Phoenix em: Cordas do Desejo (hd)

The kitchen gleamed under the soft afternoon light, every surface meticulously wiped down by Phoenix's diligent hands. The scent of lemon cleaner hung in the air, mingling with the smell of the coffee she'd brewed earlier. Her movements were precise, almost ritualistic, as she polished the countertops and rearranged the jars of spices on the shelf. The rhythmic clinking of glass against glass was soothing, a familiar comfort in the quiet of the house. But just as she reached for the dishcloth to wipe down the sink, a sharp bang echoed from another room, jolting her from her task. Phoenix froze, her hand hovering midair. The sound was unmistakable—a loud, metallic clang, like something heavy falling to the floor. Her brow furrowed, curiosity mingling with a edge of unease. The house had been empty all morning. She glanced toward the hallway, the source of the noise, her heart quickening its pace. What could have caused that? she wondered. Slowly, she set the dishcloth aside,