Sienna’s POV
Kael made breakfast before leaving for work, and I stood in the kitchen staring at it like it was an accusation. It was not that I was terrible in the kitchen. I could cook enough not to poison myself, which I personally believed deserved respect. But Kael cooked like he had been sent by the goddess to insult every plain meal I had ever made in my life. The man had left food for me, a note, and the kind of quiet care I was not used to receiving without a condition attached.
I had been too angry before to see how hard he was trying. I had been too busy blaming him, hating him, hating myself, hating the whole miserable situation. But apart from the fact that we were broke and living nothing like the life I had been raised for, I had never been pampered like this before. Not re
