foreign in my hand. Our

open. I just neede

n the kitchen, plating food. Chloe sat at the i

said his "surgeon's hands" were too prec

urprised. "What a

ll, innocent smile on

y things," I sai

an frowned. "Chloe needs to eat

epared. Something elaborate. So

" I stated, the words out

't start, Ava. I wa

eated. "Is that what

Voices rose. His fa

sloshing. He threw it. It shattere

ard. "Chloe wants that seafood pasta I made once. The

ds the kitchen. "Yo

ge pantry, the door click

you agree to cook for Chloe,

loor, the darkn

eir voices, muf

sure she won't cause

en family. Their donations to the hospital, their influence at the university for my research grant

ought couldn't break

was about leverage. My famil

s, all the charity events I'd dragged them to for his ho