Chapter Twenty-Seven
Diego
“What do you mean?” Harley pressed, resting a hand on her hip as she cast a skeptical look in Daphne’s direction.
Daphne was busy cooking, which she was almost always doing. She seemed to fall into the same kind of zen place I experienced when I was flying whenever she was cooking. For that, I was deeply grateful because her love of cooking benefited my life and that of everyone I cared about immensely.
I waited to hear her response. Unlike my sister, when I was skeptical of a situation, I held back and tried to let things play out. That was really the only way to know the truth.
Daphne turned the burner off under a pan, carefully using the spatula to scoop out the sautéed chicken and place it in a bowl. She glanced over at Harley when she was done, setting
