REBECCA’S POV
This was a decision I made deliberately and with full awareness of what it communicated,
not to Edmund, who would read it as comfort, as the familiar gesture of a wife who was finding her way back to something, but to myself. A private signal.
The last time I had made lamb , Edmund had not come home for it, and I had stood in the kitchen afterward with the food going cold on the counter and the particular loneliness of a woman who had spent three hours on a meal that was not going to be received.
Tonight I was making it again. Not because I had forgiven anything or returned to anything. Because the kitchen was mine and the recipe was mine and I was not going to stop doing things I had always done simply because the person they were done for had revealed himself to be s
