Pere looked shocked, but then he nodded, seeing the clarity in her eyes. He found someone else to help.

She walked into the village square. A neighbor immediately ran up to her. "Alba! Oh, thank goodness you're up. The roof needs fixing, and I have no one to help—"

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"It’s wrong," Alba whispered, her throat dry. "It should be ‘La salut és meva’ (The health is mine)."

She felt a strange sensation. It wasn't a wall going up; it was a door closing gently, keeping the warmth inside.