(Danielle)
“Hey,” he said, soft and careful, like I was a deer that might bolt.
I stood in the doorway, speechless. “What… is this?"
I bit my lip, trying not to crumble right there. The scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey was thick in the air, warm and welcoming. On the small table in our dorm kitchen, there was a full spread. Stuffing. Roasted vegetables. That perfect, golden pie I’d smelled earlier.
Liam was drying a pan and clearing the kitchen, humming something off-key. Jessie and Millie were laughing softly near the window. Damien stood quietly in the corner, arms crossed like he didn’t know how to relax. Even Sean was here, already piling mashed potatoes onto his plate like he hadn’t eaten in years.
My heart clenched.
“He did this for you…”
“You deserve to have people who c
