That evening, when I returned home, I was greeted by the scent of garlic and rosemary wafting through the air. My father stood at the stove, stirring a pot with one hand while flipping a steak in a pan with the other. It was a rare sight to see him cooking, but he looked surprisingly at ease.
“Hey, Dad,” I said, dropping my bag by the door. “What’s the occasion?”
He glanced over his shoulder, a warm smile lighting up his face. “No occasion. Just thought it’d be nice to have dinner together. How was your day?”
“It was… eventful,” I said, hesitating as I considered how much to share. “What about you?”
His smile faltered slightly. “There was some trouble in town today. A wolf attack near the woods. They found an unknown body, too.”
A chill ran down my spine. “A body? Who was it?”
“No on
