Kya arrived at the Gray mansion earlier than usual, Sadie’s words still echoing in her mind. She wasn’t magically healed or suddenly fearless. But she was trying. And trying was enough for today.
She slipped into the kitchen, tied on an apron, and began preparing something simple — something warm, comforting, familiar. One of Julian’s favorites and one of the dishes they had shared together in the early days of their marriage when things were still awkward and fragile.
The scent filled the kitchen slowly, wrapping around her like a soft blanket.
She didn’t realize how much she missed this — the quiet, routine and feeling of doing something for someone she cared about.
She plated the food, set the table, lit the candles, then turned them off again. She will wait until he arrived.
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