Elara was surprised to see Aaron’s car in the driveway when she returned home that afternoon. She had assumed he’d be out all day.
Shrugging off her shoes, she made her way into the kitchen. The thought of a simple sandwich for herself seemed like the perfect way to decompress after the morning’s hectic shopping trip.
As she was spreading mustard on bread, she heard the faint click of the back door.
“Elara,” Aaron’s deep voice came from behind her.
She froze slightly, then continued, trying not to make it obvious she had been caught in the middle of a domestic task.
“I’m… making a sandwich,” she said casually.
Aaron stepped closer. “Make one for me, too.”
Elara just nodded, silently. She knew better than to argue.
The two of them worked in silence. The sound of the knife slicing th
