EMMA’s POV :

- - - One Week Later - - -

“No, you didn’t make this,” Ian shook his head in disbelief.

“I swear, I made it all by myself,” I argued, pushing the plate of tortellini to his face.

It was early in the morning and we were standing in the kitchen. I woke up especially early today because Teresa promised to teach me to make tortellini. That was my favorite pasta dish, so I couldn’t possibly pass on the offer.

“Really? You had zero ...