She looked at the abandoned jars again.
And without overthinking it, she found an empty box and began placing them inside. One by one, quietly, without drawing attention. By the time she was finished, she had collected fifteen jars total.
She carried the box to her car and drove home.
Something Was Not Quite Right
That evening, Lucía lined the jars up along her kitchen counter. She opened the first one.
The smell hit her immediately. Sharp but warm. Nothing artificial about it. The kind of scent that reminds you of something real and handmade, of kitchens where people actually cook.
She tasted it.
It was wonderful.
But as she turned the jar over in her hands, something caught her eye.
The bottom was not smooth the way a regular jar would be. There was texture there. She looked closer.
She told herself she was imagining things and set it aside.
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