Lynn’s POV

I didn't know why I made his favorites.

I told myself it was practical. Baron liked pasta. Lira liked roasted chicken wings. That was the whole reason. Nothing else.

But when I caught myself pulling up the exact recipe — the one with the brown butter and fresh basil that I hadn't cooked in six years — I stopped pretending.

I put the pasta on the table first. Then the wings. Then I stepped back and looked at the spread and thought, 'I am losing my ...