The villa’s kitchen was quieter than usual. Jenna stood at the stove, sleeves rolled, her hair tied loosely back, stirring a simmering pot of broth.
It was soothing, in a way. Like pretending the world outside didn’t exist.
There were no family arguments, no venomous glances from Nina. No Ryker stoic, unreadable, and cold expressions.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she ladled the soup into a small bowl. She hadn’t eaten all day. Her body ached from fatigue, and her stomach twisted with the usual unease. Still, this was something she could control.
It was the first time in days Jenna felt remotely like herself.
Jenna stirred the spoon slowly, watching the surface ripple. Her belly ached slightly, a dull pain that had become too familiar these days. She didn’t know if it was the pre
