"What do you want for breakfast?"

Standing in front of the open refrigerator, I stared at the shelves packed with food. Eggs. Bacon. Yogurt. Fruit. Bread. Cheese. My hand hovered over the eggs, then moved to the yogurt, then back to the eggs.

"Fiera?"

"I don't know. There's just so much. I can't pick."

Lucien appeared behind me, gently closing the refrigerator door.

"How about I make you pancakes?"

"Okay. Yes. Pancakes sound good."

He guided me to the kitchen island, settling me on a ...