TRINITY
The warm scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread filled the air, but it did little to soothe the unease simmering in my chest. I stood beside Lily in the kitchen, my hands idly resting on the counter as I half-listened to her explain a recipe. She was kneading dough with practiced ease, her movements steady and deliberate, as if the world outside this cozy space didn’t exist.
“So, after you let it rise, you’ll punch it down and shape it into rolls. Simple, right?” she said, glancing up at me with a smile.
“Right,” I replied automatically, though my mind was far from yeast and bread-making.
Lily paused, her hands halting mid-motion as she studied me. “Trinity, you’re a million miles away. What’s going on?”
I forced a smile, hoping it looked convincing. “I’m fine. Just… think
