When they arrived at Valmere, Alexander headed straight to his study, muttering something about catching up on work. Sophia didn’t mind. She made her way to the kitchen, eager to focus on preparing dinner. Cooking was her escape, a way to silence the noise in her head.
She decided on stuffed chicken with herbs, a dish that required careful preparation. As she worked, the familiar rhythm of chopping, stirring, and seasoning brought her a sense of calm. One hour later, the meal was ready, and she set the table with precision. Just as she placed the last fork, Alexander entered the dining room.
He didn’t say much at first, simply taking his seat as she served him. They ate in silence, but Sophia noticed something unusual. Alexander, who normally approached meals like they were a chore, seem
