Tristan froze.
"Jasmine... I'm sorry..."
It was like it finally hit him how that must have felt for me, watching him bring Ava into our home.
At the time, he had been completely caught up in the excitement of having Ava close to him, day and night.
My feelings never even crossed his mind.
"Jasmine, let's eat first."
Like he was trying to avoid everything, he reached for my hand and led me toward the dining table.
His voice trembled slightly, gentle, almost pleading. "I went out early to get the best ingredients. I made all your favorite dishes. I didn't add any cashews to anything this time. You won't have an allergic reaction."
I looked at the table.
Beef stew, pan-seared chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, Caesar salad, and crispy onion rings.
Every single one of them used to be m
