VALENTINE
"Know what?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as the Crow brothers approached, smiles gracing their faces.
"Lamb stew is the twins' favourite. It was a staple in the Crow household, especially something their mother used to make. Unfortunately, it became synonymous with the m******e. Since then, they've avoided any dish that brings back those memories. It's just too painful for them," the worker explained.
I cursed myself inwardly. Kerri had played me like a fiddle, and I'd walked right into her trap. How could I have been so naive?
"Is something wrong?" Jason's voice cut through my spiralling thoughts. When I looked at him, it wasn't concern that marked his face; it was a smirk.
Jason believed I was nervous, and in a way, he was right. But the source of my anxiety
