Isabel stood by the counter, stirring the pot as the aroma of garlic and spices filled Mercy’s cozy kitchen. She shifted her weight to one foot, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"I forgot how fun cooking like this is," she said, grabbing a spoon to taste.

Mercy leaned beside her, holding a tray of chopped vegetables. She bumped Isabel lightly with her hip. "Only fun when there’s someone to cook with. Otherwise it’s just depressing."

Isabel smiled, brushing hair off her ...