After cleaning his bruises, Leal cleaned up her cotton balls and placed them aside. She put adhesive bandages over his bruises. She gave him an ice pack, too.

“Let’s eat?” He suggested. Leal nodded and they brought the plate of scrambled eggs to the dining table, setting up the table themselves. Everything about the house screams comfort, and with the peacefulness of the subdivision, it just feels so perfect. They ate in front of each other, serving each other drinks.

“Back then, what ...