Chapter 17

Cora’s POV

“Grandpa, what would you like to eat?” I asked warmly, walking toward him with a smile. “I’d love to prepare whatever you want myself.”

Grandpa looked up from where he sat in the living room, his old eyes softening with pride. “You’ll cook for me? My dear, it’s been years since someone asked me that. I’d be honored.”

He chuckled, clearly pleased. “Surprise me, sweetheart. I’ll eat anything you make. As long as it’s not one of those ...