Millie loved feeding people. And damn, I had to admit, the woman knew how to cook.
It had been too long since I’d tasted food like this—homemade, comforting, the kind that settled deep in your gut and made you feel safe, even if safety was something I’d never actually experienced.
My father once had a decent cook too, but Lucas ended up putting a bullet in the man’s head after finding out he’d tried to slip poison into his food.
Since then, meals came from our own restaurants—never the same one twice.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d sat at a real table with real food that didn’t come with a side of paranoia.
I watched Millie fuss over Alex, practically doting on her.
It was impossible to miss the bond they shared.
Millie kept filling Alex’s plate, smoothing down her hair, ki
