Chapter Twenty Eight

The sun rose over the tranquil city of Gaza, its golden rays casting a warm glow on the peaceful streets. Gaza had transformed into a haven of security and hope, thanks to the influence of Beverly, the mysterious protector who had come and changed their lives forever.

In the cozy living room of her quaint house, Madam Pat sat in a plush armchair, a cup of steaming tea cradled in her hands. Beside her, Alice, her loyal maid, and confidante, sat on a smaller chair, sipping her own tea. The room was filled with the soft, warm light filtering through lace curtains, and a sense of serenity hung in the air.

Alice had a lively spirit and shared a close bond with Madam Pat, almost like a daughter. They had both been witnesses to the remarkable changes that had come over Gaza, thanks to Beverly's presence.

As they sipped their tea, their conversation inevitably turned to the enigmatic woman they held in the highest regard. Beverly had come to Gaza, a stranger in need of shelter, and had left a