Matt
The doors to the pool deck are open, and a soft, warm breeze skirts around us. Beyond the deck, the water glistens with the midday sun, and high above the sky is a cloudless cobalt shade of blue.
“I can help," I offer as Sophie empties containers of food I picked up at the grocery store into different dishes, placing each on the island in the kitchen.
“You bought it all. That is a help." She shrugs. “One day, I suppose I should learn how to cook."
I take a deep breath and sit on one of the tall barstools near the kitchen island. I don't care if she learns to cook or not. When it comes to Sophie, her cooking isn't what I want to eat.
“Remember," she says, pulling me away from my improper thoughts as she spoons chicken salad into croissants before putting them on a tray, “I'm stud
