Oriana’s POV

“You think my mama didn’t teach me anything?” I asked, folding an omelet into a perfect pale-yellow half-moon. Cooking with my mom yielded my favorite memories with her. It was one of the few times we actually spent quality time together. Then it hit me how much I really missed her.

Tanner chuckled, accepting my offering of breakfast food. “You didn’t have to make me anything.”

I shrugged, starting on my next omelet for Celeste who sat patiently, ...