Chapter 22: A Shoulder to Lean on

The dawn light, peeping through the curtain in between, warmed the chaos that covered the carpeted floor of Olivia's living room: medical bills, appointment cards, and insurance forms—like a paper labyrinth that seemed to mock any organization. And in the center of all this, Olivia and Sophia, armed with color folders, seemed resolute, their eyes bringing order to the chaos. "Okay," chirped Sophia, studying the particularly daunting one. She furrowed her brow in concentration over a medical bill. "I think we are going to have to make a system here. How about we make everything color-coded? Blue for bills, green for appointments, and red for insurance stuff." Olivia nodded, thankful for the take-charge attitude. "That sounds perfect. I've been avoiding it all for so long. It only felt. overwhelming." Sophia turned, reached across, and squeezed Olivia's hand. "That's why I'm here. We'll tackle this together, one paper at a time." As they burrowed through the heap of paperwork, a comf