“Freya,” Leila answered.

She gripped the sink behind her to steady herself while watching her husband. He was allergic to onions? That was new to her, a downer. The peanut allergy was worse.

The shrimp pasta was prepared using her family’s old recipe but she would have to eat the food alone when he wasn’t home. Or take it to Freya’s house as a peace offering.

“A guy?” he asked and she shook her head.

“A girl.” She moved away from the sink to arrange ...