Chapter Thirty-Seven
The smell of burnt vegetables infused the air of the kitchen. I opened a window and tried to shoo the smoke out with my hands. Staring at the blackened mess of a pan on the stove, I sighed. After Eric and I broke up a lifetime ago, I’d decided to stop being the spoiled little rich girl and learn to cook for myself.
I tossed the pan into the sink. I still sucked at cooking. Abandoning the recipe that was obviously way too gourmet for me, I searched through the fridge and decided on deli sandwiches and fresh veggies. At least I couldn’t burn anything. Probably.
Bach’s “Cello Suite” resonated through the kitchen. The song reminded me of Kaz. I could picture him with his eyes closed, manically stroking the cello strings with his bow. He used to say that “Cello Suite” wa
