Sophia’s P.O.V

I woke up that morning feeling lighter than usual, almost as if the world had slowed down just enough for me and Nathan to breathe in peace. The smell of coffee already drifted from the kitchen, and when I walked in, I saw him cracking eggs into a bowl, a grin on his face as though he had been waiting for me to show up.

“Sit down,” he said, pointing at the chair across from him. “Don’t you dare lift a finger. Today, I’m the chef. You just sit there and ...