Charlotte bit her lip, her expression dimming slightly.

Ill make dinner, she said, setting her bag down.

She busied herself in the kitchen.

Despite having a housekeeper to keep the fridge stocked with fresh meat and vegetables, there were nights in the past, when she wasnt so overwhelmed, shed personally prepare dinner for Julian. Even if he didnt come home for the evening meal, shed wait up, reheating the dishes later, hoping he'd eat.

But ...