“Did you make this?” Henry asked as he lifted the lid off the thermos. The soup inside might have lost some heat, but its rich aroma was still potent and inviting.

"Is this for me?" He sounded pleased, comforted by the thought that she still had him in her heart.

He shot Sophie a quick glance, and she promptly fetched a set of cutlery from the kitchen.

Henry scooped up a spoonful, but just as he was about to savor it, Giselle said, “That was for the dogs.”

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